Monday is just another doomsday.

Another swift kick to the sternum; Christopher Reeve, the best Superman (really, the best Clark Kent) that ever there will be, is dead today at age 52.

Superman is the first movie I actually remember seeing. After all that climactic stuff at the end- the earthquake, the flying through time, I started crying in the theater. I was terrified. Not by all the noise and explosions, but by Christopher Reeve doing his farewell flyby and waving.

Adios, Superman. Adios, Christopher Reeve. Adios, USA.

UPDATE:
These things always come in threes. We didn't even mention Rodney Dangerfield.



Ezra wrote about the death of Superman above, but I'm more struck by the death of Christopher Reeve the man. I always believed that someday he would walk again. I think that this is very sad.