"but without me, you're only you."
the eldest of the four Bettis brothers, Jake Jr. and Dorian, from Retort, pictured against their chosen arenas of the family business, making schmucky smugfaces. they're both equally competent at both sides of the funerary racket, but in their own words "Dorian just has that back-of-the-house face" and "Junior thinks dead people make boring conversation."
while dear ol' Dad is turning an investment endeavor down in Florida into a years-long pseudo-retirement, the "& Sons" leg of the operation holds shit down at home-- albeit with no small amount of friction like could normally be expected out of a situation like theirs. they contrast nicely:
Junior has a darling, domesticated wife-partner and cherubic twin boys, satisfying his credentials for the role he covets as "Breadwinner 1950's Dad." Dorian is bitterly divorced and married to pinups and breakfast cereal.
Junior has their father's proxy as Coroner whenever he's away, and the bounty of high social and professional connections that come with that mess. Dorian quit his diener job at the big city hospital because he couldn't (wouldn't) work for anyone, with anyone, or around... anyone... even in a basement morgue.
people smile in spite of themselves at Junior when they come in to arrange for service, because feelin' light is just what that jolly asshole makes people do. When Dorian handles a service, people almost make ya think they're more upset that they came in when the wrong brother was up front than why they came in. (it's at least a complicating factor.)
Junior is insanely jealous of their father's favor toward his younger brother as "most improved fuckup" because he feels like his own lifetime achievements add up to more award. Dorian acts like it doesn't matter to him, buuut he secretly relishes the sweet irony of being favorite. the sourness and sense of competition underlie their every interaction, even when it's harmonious.
they're the same, though. peas in a pod (i do that a lot.) a pair of smug knowitalls staring down their pointy, privileged noses at the world at large because of their uncommon vantage on life afforded by their profession-- one they were kinda born into, at that. Junior might be an uptight busybody who makes a downright gala of being a funeral director, but he loves being critical and antipathetic toward others. and some people feel bad for Dorian, having few friends-- really, just Sheldon and the guy at the bookstore-- since his developmental disorder makes him almost completely unsociable, but he's not interested in people and their bullshit for the most part.
even their kindness comes from a narcissistic place that makes them "super awesome." when they remember that, how great it is to be them but for the exhausting trial of living with the tiresome masses, they get along great. they're the good guys, by the way; they can be jerks (who isn't) but they're nice enough on whole. and no matter what they each think, without the other, one of them be just too much and not even close to par at the same time.
100% vector top-to-bottom. only once a year it seems, now, i'll roll my fat ass over and do something presentable that takes me like two weeks and has no raster layers. (...in the final.)
this is that thing.
hope i don't hate it tomorrow.
construction and details:
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by razersmythand the title and accompanying lyric are from Midlife Crisis by Faith No More (1992)