It’s rare that someone dies and you can’t imagine a world without their contributions.
Imagine a world without Marvel Comics. No Fantastic Four, No Spiderman, No X-Men, No Avengers, none of it. Take it all away and what are we left with? Batman and Superman at DC? No thanks!
The children wouldn’t have costumes for Halloween. They wouldn’t have the X-Men to let them know that it’s okay to be weird, and different. Black People wouldn’t have Wakanda, and you know how much we love a good “Wakanda Forever” salute. The Blerds (black nerds) and nerds wouldn’t have Avengers Infinity War, or the two that came before. We wouldn’t be able to have the debate on who’s the best Spider-Man: Tom Holland, Andrew Garfield, or Tobey Maguire. We wouldn’t be watching movies in anticipation of some flawless, but random, cameo from the creator. It all wouldn’t exist!
In Stan’s passing, I hope we all remember the moments we wanted to be superheroes. When we would press our middle and ring fingers to the bottom of our palm and pretend that we were shooting webs at the ceiling. When we would get the opportunity to dress as our favorite superhero, and the feeling of joy it gave us.
Stan Lee gave us an imagination that extended well beyond our childhood. He gave generation before, and generations to come, the freedom to be weird and enjoy a world that would never be our reality, but one we could emulate in the hopes that it one day could be. And for that we should all be grateful. Rest in peace, Stan Lee.