Sam Anderson of Buckley, Indiana is on his deathbed but, except for the tall hooded guy stretched out there beside him on the bed with a sickle, you wouldn't know it.
"I'm excited", stated Anderson! "Oh I hurt like the dickens but by tomorrow night, Death-Boy here says that I'll get to meet Johnny Carson!"
"I wonder if he's still doing all those great jokes and sketches? I'll bet he does! And, we'll have some REAL entertainment, not like that Long-Chinned Leno or Looney Letterman and his Lists."
"You know something, if Johnny hasn't been brought up to date on what's been going on down here, I could be the very one to get to help!"
"What's more, I think old Ed McMahan is about ready to meet old Death-Boy here himself soon so the whole gang can be there!"
"Wonder if they'll keep the stage simple?'
"Then just think...ooohh, I'm about to die...just 'imagine all the people' he'll have as guests, including John Lennon. Bet he's eating crow about how popular he was! hee hee ouch!"
"Shoot, I can't wait. Let's go tonight there Death Boy, whatsamatter, you afraid?"