Day 112. 132 pages, 57,843 words.
I was saddened yesterday to learn that the legendary Stan Lee, grand-daddy of Marvel comics, had died aged 95.
That’s one Hell of an innings, especially considering he was still pulling hilarious cameos in his Marvel movie franchises right up to the last. And doing a pretty damn good job at it even if his acting was famously bad.
Because let’s face it. If you’d helped create all these characters, you’d go in their movies too.
 My understanding is that he was a rubber stamp at best on Deadpool, but it still counts.
We can sit here all day and reminisce, listing his achievements and creations. His was a creative artistic force the like of which we will not soon see again. The Internet will, I imagine, be full of tributes over the next few days and I’m not going to compete with that, but I’m happy to jump on the bandwagon. I’m not really that kind of comic book nerd – most of my experience has been with the movies – but my respect and admiration cannot be overstated.
So long, Mr. Lee. And thank you for all the wonderful fun.
– Posted from my Huawei dduring lunch.
“Rest in peace, you salty codger”
-Raven from Teen Titans Go! minus one letter.