1. It’s spacious because nobody else is dying on that hill. The hill of ‘refusing to pick things up using proper technique.’

  2. Presumably this is an analogy to wearing a mask… Except I don’t think the non-masking wearing hill will be so spacious. Sadly, it is quite full.

  3. He’s done picking things up – but he has had to pick up his gravestone, which seems to be what he is carrying in the last panel.

    At first I thought the guy with glasses using his knees to pick up the box was the one talking/ complaining/ demonstrating how awkward it all was, but then I realised the talky one was standing with arms folded.

  4. I certainly do get this one!

    The narrator is a grouchy curmudgeon who gets irritated by platitudinous know-everything do-gooders who insists on telling you the right way to do everything.

    And right now he is irritated about the do-gooders self-righteously telling him how to lift heavy objects. Which is a stupid thing to get annoyed at as the damage and pain of doing lifting incorrectly can be truly severe and awful.

    So if we are to determine which of the irritants a curmudgeon should hold onto and insist on ranting about (and curmudgeons *do* like to rant and point out the one thing they really find irritating– basically a curmudgeon just wants people to *acknowledge* the irritant exist rather the chitter away like good boyscouts and insist the irritant isn’t a problem if you just do things the touchy-feely platitudinous way) this is weird and minor and invalid one to insist upon.

    But that’s all for the better as he can make it more personal.

  5. I picked up a 40-pound bag of dog food 25+ years ago. I’ve paid for it with back pain ever since. And I was sitting down when I did this stoopid maneuver.

  6. A couple of weeks ago I wrangled a heavy broken-down dishwasher (1980s or even earlier design) into the back of my hatchback car and out again at the recycling tip with no problems. But four years ago I remember lifting a sock out of my bag in a hotel in North Wales in an (apparently) awkward fashion and felt the achey twinge for several days.

  7. Late 50s and have done work with some element of labor all my life, priding myself on making a habit of proper body mechanics (proper lifting technique). My back still feels great but my knees are sometimes killing me.

  8. I think “the hill you want to die on” comes from “Boot Hill”, the traditional name for a burying ground for cowboys who “die with their boots on.” So if you really want to be a gunfighter for the rest of your short happy life, Boot Hill is the hill you want to die on.

  9. I always thought “the hill you want to die on” was a war reference, possibly recalling the notorious “Hamburger Hill” from the Vietnam war. Sort of a variation on “Choose your battles.”

  10. Four years ago, I did most of the moving (along with a couple of friends) into our current place. I’m beyond that now. Heavy lifting no more. I’ve done some stuff to my back and my knees since that move and it was already pretty brutal. However, if Mrs. SingaporeBill would just jettison all her crap, it’d be a lot less intimidating.

    The only thing I don’t agree with here is that he/she/it/they/sie should give up lifting before he/she/it/they/sie blow out there vertebrae. There are always people willing to lift for money. I’d argue the definition of success is how much stuff you can afford to have people lift for you.

  11. Reminds me of The Magnificent Seven, a wonderful American remake of Kurosawa’s masterful The Seven Samurai.

  12. The general consensus, looking around, seems to be with Bob Peters. Some people reference Hamburger Hill specifically; most think it’s not any specific bloody battle to take a hill, but the general concept of how hard and costly it is to capture a strategically important fortified hill, in any war you want to name that we have records of, from the Bronze Age to today.

  13. Part of “do you really want to die on this hill” is the implication you really don’t have a logical case and you are arguing out of pernicious stuborness. That certainly the case of not wanting to look like a dork doing heavy lifting. Just lift with your damn legs… a strained back is just a ridiculous price for what is basically only pride and irritation.

    But, *oh*, the irritation and the pride…. I sure can get it.

  14. Maybe you could die on Blueberry Hill and meet your thrill at the same time.

    Grab a burger first:

  15. Is that supposed to be dancing or is she fending off unwanted advances with a knee to the nethers?

  16. The man is saying “I found my thrill…” which you would not expect if he were being nutted. Though, it seems there are people who are in to that (I could tell you what terms to Google or give you a Wikipedia page but…don’t do it. It is…just don’t). I think it’s probably supposed to represent lively dancing. Here’s a photo from a different angle: https://blueberryhill.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/07/Loop-28-of-1.jpg

    The place is a live music venue, so that further supports the idea.

  17. SingaporeBill – Around here I do most of the heavy lifting – Robert argues with me, but we both know that he can’t lift much and if he has to bend or crouch down in the process he will get dizzy and nauseous.

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