Crazy Jerry is crazy, after all, so it is quite possible that this illustration represents nothing more than a rich and tangy hallucination.
In it, we see Crazy Jerry (remember: he's crazy), perched on the diving board, about to dip himself into the deep end of a swimming pool filled with countless gallons of "wing sauce." The sun blazes like an electric porcupine, our weirdo grins and goggles, and all is right (that is, nuts) with the world.
(Sure, it's Crazy Jerry—motto: "I am crazy!"—but is he actually wearing a bowtie with his swimming trunks? Couldn't be. Not even the insanest bird on Earth would do something that crazy!)
We can't help but admire the zeal with which Crazy Jerry (still crazy) has embraced his delusion. His death-obsessed fantasy life is the only thing that keeps him going.
After all, an imaginary swimming pool full of "wing sauce" is better than no swimming pool full of "wing sauce" at all.
Think about it.
(Thanks to Dr. Bea for the referral and the photo.)