It's a sad day for comic book fans everywhere. Mr. Stan Leed has died.
I am a middle-aged man, but Stan Lee has been a fixture in my life as long as I can remember. From the day I was old enough to comprehend these things called "Comic Book" with their fantastic stories of superpowered heroes and evil villains, I have known the Marvel comics brand and many of the figures he created, Captain America, The Hulk, Spider Man, Doctor Strange and many more. In my teenage years and early 20s, when I was having dorky pedantic arguments with my friends over which heroes could totally take the other in a fight, he was still creating, still running the Marvel Univers. Then in my middle age, when comics had mostly been laid by the wayside for other pursuits, his creations began appearing on the big screen, and the cheeky bastard began appearing beside them.
I am not the sort of man who usually feels genuine sorrow at the death of a celebrity, but there are exceptions, and Stan Lee is one of those exceptions, Simply because he has been entertaining me from the time I was old enough to read, and now he will no longer be there to do so. A world without Stan Lee just seems...wrong somehow. The Marvel Universe will go on, both in comics and in the cinema, sure. But it just won't feel the same. Not to me, anyway. And not to a lot of people, I reckon.
Farewell Stan. You will be missed.