He was a teller of the tallest tales. He was a storyteller who made Baron Munchhausen seem tacit, never leaving a thing unsaid when you needed to hear it, not so much telling us what we needed to hear but always telling us what we wanted to hear. Reading audiences, of all ages, are probably too self aware to realise what a trip those stories were back in the day. When the Marvel Universe sprang into being it illuminated like a four colour Big Bang, spreading out, expanding, creating its own mythology as it grew, drawing us into a new era of Olympian myths, it seemed like our own universe to be without end. And up to a point that is true but it seemed to cease expanding just for a day or two as the wider world reacted to the passing of founder father figure Satan Lee.
So much has been said, so many tributes lovingly paid, and it is a bitter sweet experience to read them. His vision and his talent illuminated and enriched so many lives, from the most average boy or girl on the street to the most extraordinarily privileged offspring of who knows what or where, the great and varied human aggregate, he somehow reached them all. Just like David Bowie I never imagined a world where Stan lee would not be around.
And just like Bowie, I suppose, in a way he will always be around in some shape or form.
He said it himself many times and with the greatest respect I would like to repeat;
Excelsior.
