So, I gave myself a day to digest the fact that Stan Lee’s died. Comics as we know them is no more. That sounds dramatic, I know, but think about it.
The man was 95, he started started in the comic business as a grunt at 17 filling inkwells among other stuff according to Ain’t It Cool News, and two years later, Lee was doing comics. With DC Comics leading the pack in the 50s, the owner of Timely, Atlas and Marvel Comics tasked Lee with coming up with a rival superhero team…Fantastic Four was born. Not to sound cliché, but the rest is history.
Of course, the man was so much more than his comics. Again, according to Ain’t It Cool News, he was a vet, having served in the army in WWII as well as being a husband, father, and grandfather. He was a role model to millions to know what could be.
According to MovieWeb, he’d finished shooting his cameo for Avengers 4, a treat fans looked forward to ever since the MCU’d been brought to film, so we’ll get to see him one last time come May.
Our condolences to Mr. Lee’s family, friends, and fans.
Be good to each other.