I already had a headache when I came across today's Love Is.... Now my headache has grown to monstrous size, and I'm still not sure why the legacy clone who produces this comic thought it was a good idea to draw his heroine weeping over her lover's grave. I know the Loveshmoos are quite mutable--sometimes courting, sometimes married, sometimes having kids--but come on...death? In a Love Is... comic? Stefano Casali, have you gone mad*?
A medieval context may cast at least a faint light on this...whatever this is. The female Lovescmoo is clearly sinning here; she is weeping over her swetynge's mortal remains instead of being happy that he has departed this vale of tears for his wondrous, well-deserved afterlife. Her relentless focus on the World and the Flesh (plus, by implication, the Devil) is going to land her in the Bad Place and not win her an eternal place by Mr. Loveshmoo's side.
Woe, quoth the cartoonist. Woe, doom, and despair! Learn to let go, you fools! By placing flowers on some guy's grave, you are flirting with eternal damnation! Marmaduke will come for you and drag you down to Hell!
It is, of course, entirely possible that I am wholly misinterpreting this comic, and the Loveshmoo is actually just hugging her surfboard. It's surprisingly difficult to tell.
*...der than usual?