This death hurts.
It hurts like Alan Rickman’s.
It hurts like Carrie Fisher’s.
This is a death that changes things, and not for the better.
My heart aches.
Why does it matter?
Because he was relentlessly creative, for better or worse.
Because he knew how to laugh at himself and taught others.
Because he fought to communicate important ideals in spite of insane censorship and a paranoid industry.
Because he was always aware of the people he was influencing – and that made his creativity relentlessly selfless.
This man’s stories saved lives. For real.
If you have time, maybe check out this documentary:
Farewell, Stan Lee, fellow creator and all-around awesome guy. The world is a lot less colorful with you gone.
