Back to one issue per day.
Cerebus struggles to the door, bends over, picks up the statement and pen, signs it, hands it through the door, struggles back to the bed arguing with himself internally, his “heartburn” flares up (and he clutches his left arm, tell tale sign of an impending heart-attack, esp. combined with the heartburn), but he makes it to his bed. The “happy sappy” voice in his head is quiet all of a sudden, but he stops to pray first, then crawls in bed and wonders why he feels like saying “Rosebud” all of a sudden.
The sad thing is it took a whole issue to do all of that. Multiple pages of Cerebus shuffling and bending over to pick up the statement and pen. REALLY? How fucking useless and pointless can you get? (How badly can you say “oh fuck, I have no story this issue, let me just stretch it out”?) Fucking lame.