All I can think when reading this strip of is my possible epitaph: "Grade THIS, you motherless bastard!" Or something to that effect. In other words, I hope to be, ah, missed.
I remember reading one of ERB's books a few years back, in which one character remarks, "If a man doesn't make his mark by the time he's thirty, he never will." I was depressed for weeks afterwards.
Then I remembered that most people had a lower life expectancy at the turn of the 19th century. Cheered me right up.
But Marten isn't even thirty, is he?