And so he dies.
Immortality bequeathed to his characters, alas, was not granted the creator.
But he lives in the parallel universes he created and through the juggernauts he breathed life into.
He lives on in stories, ideas, possibilities and the eternal yearning of humankind to be bigger, better, stronger, faster, and invincible.
His biggest legacy is allowing us to leap through realms of fantasy, in many hyperloops, and imagine worlds beyond simple imagination. That delicious fantasy that has transcended a few pages of paper stapled together in incredible imageries and colour and kickarse text to incredible feats of animation and celebrity stardom today.
And I grew up learning more about cosmology, physics and creativity from his work than in school.
He made me believe. In the grandiosity of life. Of a vast universe and its possibilities.
He was Galactus, but it was I who devoured his universe.
I love you, Stan the Man. You rocked my world. And you still will.