Some characters just need to die, and I'm not just talking about the bad ones. I was actually disappointed when I heard that Mike Mignola was going to (basically) bring back Hellboy after he killed him off. It was a sorta fitting end; satisfactory, even.
Part of the reason why I hate comic books so ****ing much anymore is because of the lack of permanency in character deaths. Colossus of the X-Men, for instance, nobly sacrificed himself to facilitate the spreading of the cure to the Legacy Virus. It was a bit forced, but it was something Colossus would have done because his sister Ilyana had the virus. He shovesthe syringe into himself, cure breaks him down to molecular granules that carry across the world on major air currents/jetstreams. Kitty Pryde even dumped what was left of him off a bridge in a very symbolic fashion (poetry, I think she said, and something about freedom). A touching (albeit gruesome) end, right?
Flash forward a year or two later and Colossus is brought back from Limbo thanks to his sister. What. The. ****.
._. I'll rant more later. Gotta finish up here at work.
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