Well, Captain America just went. Bought the comic and it was, you know, sad how he died. Won't tell ya much about it know. Actually happened a few months ago. Anyhow, we've seen superheroes die: Jean Grey (came back as Dark Phoenix of simply, Phoenix), Tony Stark (He came back as Iron Man), Professor X (actually suspectedly died multiple times, but comes back.". So my point is, Superheroes seem to be immortal. It's almost impossible. They die, turns out they weren't dead or some strange scientist pieced 'em back together to they could come back and save the world. Even Supervillians like Magneto. Prof. X supposedly killed him, but only brainwashed him and turned him back to civilization for him to be evil yet again. I don't know if it's a good thing to keep bringing them back, or a, "yeah, been there, done that," thing. Some superheroes are worth bringing back to life though. But behind deaths, there is truth. When the writer decided to kill Captain America, his son had just died and he wanted to give the world, our world, a taste of his pain because we love Captain America. The amazing man who had ties with The Avengers, Spiderman, Tony Stark or the Iron Man, and Wolverine. His red white and blue colors would not be forgotten with his adamantium shield. But in reality and in fiction, death is very real, so real it could only be a step away, a breathe, a thought. So, this post may be titled Death of a Superhero, but it's about much more now.
Death is something most of us fear. Yes, there are some of us who far differently. There are some of us who go crazy like Sarah Winchester after her husband's and chilren's deaths. Anyhow, it's very real. More than someone blowing up in a movie, or dying of cancer, but a power that will consume us at the end of life. We are lucky if we can pull out, these would be called near death situations. Then, 'go to the light' and heaven or hell awaits you. Depends on your sins, or it depends if you believe in them or not. Don't been to be too religious about this kind of stuff. Birth, life, death. That's the cycle.
Anyhow, some of us don't go quietly. If you don't believe in ghosts, don't go on. But ghosts, they are the apparations of people who do not have what they want to cross over. Maybe their baby's body was never found so they search for it, scaring the sox of the people they see. Or maybe they haven't had their revenge on their killer or rapist. But these are the souls, they are apparations, or marks of dead people who haven't crossed over. Maybe, they never will. But ghosts aren't all bad, aren't all here for something. Many a year ago, there was a schoolbus that was hit by a train near a hill. Some say, if you park on the train tacks (be careful the train isn't coming anytime soon. It might not be running wither) the spirits or ghosts of the children will push you off the tracks. They say if you put baby powder on the bumper of your car, handprints will be left. So good ghosts, bad ghosts.
So, as Stephen King might say, here me I beg, and one of you, if in a Stephen King book would shout, here her well, and then I'd tell ya this. For death is a part of life that no one quite understands like life itself. Like no one quite understands the mysteries of the world like Area 51, UFOs, ghosts, vampires, and werewolves. So death, just as sad as it seems, hasn't been thought of a lot, and that's because we're scared, scared to see that death might be a force of evil, claiming many lives. By the time you're done reading this, thousands are dead because a a lot of people die in only three seconds...even less. But that's why people are born faster than people die. So, mysterious ain't it. Here me, I beg.