Doonesbury by Garry Trudeau for August 15, 1998
Lacey: I passed away when? Dick: Just now in your sleep. It's time to go, Lacey. Lacey: How long will it take to get to Heaven? Dick: You're already there, dearest. Lacey: I am? This is it? Dick: This is it. Lacey: What hideous drapes. Dick: Shh! Mrs. God picked them out.