I'm only counting half the pages in this little book because every other page is an illustration. This is another pseudo-children's book. Different creatures/people/things tell that all their friends are dead, almost dead, or in the case of the recurring tree, have been made into end tables. My favorites are the chicken whose friends are Kentucky Fried, the snowman whose friends are all puddles, and the milk whose friends expired on Tuesday. This book is not quite as dark as Grandpa Won't Wake Up. There is a sequel titled All My Friends are Still Dead. I guess I'll have to read that one.
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