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It is estimated that there are some 10 quintillion insects alive

at any one time.

But forget about them, this is about me Lloyd.

I'm a fly.

And lo, the Great Tidying shall begin.

And all will be swept away in a vortex of doom!

Oh, an actual doomsayer, a sayer of doom.

I completely misunderstood what you were bringing us to see, Cornea.

What did you think I meant?

A band. This is much better.

You can remove your earplugs now, Abacus.

Pardon? Doom!

Behold the hoops that fell from the sky,

portent of disaster.

The Great Tidying is at hand.

The Great Tidying. Isn't that how Grandad died?

Relax, PB. The Great Tidying is a myth, like fly-eating plants.

Grandad died a natural death - eaten by a big spider.

Or was that Grandma?

Oh, the Great Tidying is very real, Lloyd.

It comes in many forms.

You could be swept, sucked, wiped, sprayed,

but the results are always the same.

Death.

Probably. And then maybe an afterlife. Who knows?

Well, you won't catch me dying in some apocalyptic cleaning incident.

The Great Tidying, it's real.

I mean, it's real!

Aarggh!

I'm too young! I've got so much to live for!

Ah! Uh?

Lloyd, you're alive.

What happened? It was the Great Tidying.

What?! Does this look tidy to you?

If that really was the Great Tidying, then we'd all be...

Dead. We're all dead. Dead!

I don't feel dead. Well, you are.

Don't you see? The clouds, the quiet, the endless void?

THIS is the afterlife.

This dull, dusty place? No way.

This is not the afterlife and I am not dead.

I refuse. I have too much potential to be dead so soon.

No, there must be some other explanation.

Just gotta think.

Mm!

It's sugar-free.

What sort of afterlife would punish me with sugar-free hoops?

Ow! Ow!

Lloyd, are you OK?

More than OK, that hurt.

Why would you feel pain in the afterlife?

There'd be no point. Uh, what does that prove?

Oh, Cornea, you tell 'em. We can't be dead if...

Uh, where's Cornea?

Whew, that was a close one.

Thank nectar for grippy toes, right, friends?

Oh, no.

So, what do we know about the afterlife?

It comes after life. It goes on forever.

It's where you go when you die.

Ah! Where WHO goes when they die?

Everybody. Exactly.

If this is the afterlife, where's everybody else?

Ah!

Can it be? After all this time?

Ooh, it's so good to see some new newly departed.

Name's Bob. Are you a ghost?

Could be. I suppose we all are in this place.

We are? And what place IS this?

Of course! Where are my manners?

Welcome, new friends, to the afterlife.

Oh, come on, I'll give you the tour.

This is the kitchen.

This is the bedroom.

The living room.

Games room. Bathroom. Guest bathroom.

We got a hot tub. Fully equipped gym.

Ooh, you haven't met my best buddy.

Gummy. Say hello, Gummy.

Does Bob remind you of someone? I hope not.

We need to get out of wherever this is

before we end up like whatever this is.

Oh, good one, Gummy!

Oh, my, sorry about the language. He's not used to company.

Nobody gets out of the afterlife.

This is not the afterlife.

No matter what you or Mr Best Buddies With a Gummy here says.

Now, where's the way out?

Oh, so full of hope and life.

You remind me of me Malcolm.

Malcolm?

My son.

I remember screaming his name as the Great Tidying sucked me away.

Malcolm! Malcolm!

You died in the Great Tidying? And your son's name's Malcolm?

Hey, like your dad. He does look a little like Mr Lloyd.

But that means your... Grandad.

My Malcolm had maggots of his own?

I'm a grandaddy, Gummy.

Oh, no, Lloyd.

If he's your grandad and your grandad is dead...

Then this really IS the afterlife.

No!

I've gone too soon!

All my potential wasted!

All the great things...

What a waste. What a travesty. What a...

Wow, the afterlife is small and dull

with nothing to eat but sugar-free. hoops.

I'm too young.

Why couldn't I have died when I was old and grey like Grandad Bob?

I know how you feel, young scamp.

I was a strapping young father of 400 when I died.

Prime of me life.

You're older now than when you died?

Oh, yes.

We can't all hold on to our youthful good looks like Gummy here.

That's it. Only the living can get older.

That's what living is. So Grandad CAN'T be dead.

So WE can't be dead. So this CAN'T be the afterlife.

That was really good deduction. Who wants to give me a high five?

Yes, please.

Ooh!

But if this isn't the afterlife, then where are we?

Oh, no.

I've heard of the devastation these things reek,

but I never thought I'd witness it myself.

Lloyd! PB! Abacus! Are you alive in there?

It feels so good to be alive again.

You were never dead. And we're still trapped.

We need to find a way out of this dusty place.

Lloyd, look, up there.

Well done, Abacus. Looks like a way out.

Leave it to me. I'll go and...

Bleugh!

Hey!

Ow! You can't leave.

You've only just got here.

You should stay a little longer, or forever.

DOOM!

I'd know that cry of doom anywhere.

Grandad, what are you doing? What is this?

It's family time. It's just been me and Gum-Gum for so long.

And, honestly, his jokes are getting as old as me.

But now, now I have grandkids to spend time with.

Oh, I can tell you what things were like back in my day.

That's what grandads do, isn't it? Where shall I start?

Oh, yes, back in my day...

Oh, Grandad.

Listen, Grandad or not, I'm not wasting my life here.

This is our chance. Come on.

Only one thing for it. I know what I must do.

And it's not going to be pleasant.

It's too horrible. I can't look!

Is it over yet?

Oh... so... very... bland.

I can't eat any more. You can doom it!

Finally.

Now let's get back to life before we wake the dead.

Can you hear me?!

Are you alive?!

This is Cornea, by the way.

Do you hear that?

Huh!

Lloyd? You're not dead...

Oh, hi, Cornea. I can't hear you.

But don't worry, I've got everything under control.

I'm going to fly up

into the thingy under the thingy where I will...

What's that, Lloyd? You want me to go up and do what with what?

...and once I've found a safe route through the thingy, I'm going to...

Why am I even telling you? I'm just going to go get on with it.

I should get on with it. OK.

Oh!

Gummy! You ate them!

Not again!

Must follow the light.

Ooh!

Is it real? I forgot how big it all is.

And we can go there, Grandad, together.

We sure can. I've got it all worked out.

Do as I say, and I'll have us out of here in no time.

Oof!

I don't know what Lloyd wants me to do

but maybe I'll know when I see it.

Looks like an open dustbin.

Open dustbin. Of course.

Good thinking, Lloyd.

Uh, OK. Plan B, get this hoop off my head.

OK, on the count of three.

One...

...two...

...three.

Brilliant plan, Lloyd.

Ah, feels like I've missed a step, but it worked.

Come on, Grandad. We have an emotional family reunion to attend.

That's not me, Dad.

He's not?

But his son's called Malcolm.

And he died in the Great Tiding.

That was Grandma. And everyone has a son called Malcolm.

You try coming up with hundreds of different names for maggots.

Why do you think we started using letters?

Oh. Oh.

Bye, Bob! Sorry we're not your grandkids!

Have a nice life! Don't you worry.

As someone who's spent most of their life dead,

I think you'll be a real boon to the doomsaying industry.

Now, how are you at saying "Doom"?!

Lloyd, you've got your whole life ahead of you... again.

What will you do with it?

You're right, Abacus, I cannot waste this second chance.

I must live my best life.

But where will you start?

I'm gonna eat something sugary and read a comic.

Captions by Red Bee Media

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