I don't normally get all that emotional when famous people die -- they're famous, they died, I'm sorry, but so did a lot of other people, so there. That's it and that's all.
But I was genuinely sad when I read the news about Harvey Pekar's passing. Like a lot of people, I learned about him through the movie that was made of his life, American Splendor, the title of which is the same as his ongoing autobiographical comic series. By the time my first viewing of that movie was over, I had a new hero. I went out and got his books because I had to see his work and learn more about this guy. Here was a man who'd spent his life making something great out of the ordinary and the every day, just creating because he wanted to create, because he had an impulse to do something original. I was in awe. Inspired.
Thanks Harvey, for everything. Rest in peace.
"It makes you feel good to know that there's other people afflicted like you."