Written by John Edward Betancourt
It was an event big enough, that I found out about it on the six o'clock news. One that as a young boy left me in complete and utter shock...The Death of Superman.
Yes, we see comic book characters die all the time anymore, but I remember the day DC Comics killed off one of the most recognizable characters in the history of pop culture as a whole and it is a story that is still big and sweeping enough for me to go back and revisit whenever I have the time.
For those unfamiliar with the story line, buried on earth was a massive and monstrous creature. Covered in thick skin and jutting bone, the creature known as Doomsday emerged from the depths of our world to go on a rampage. A monster of incredible power, Doomsday managed to beat down the ranks of the Justice League before finally meeting its match...Superman. But their battle leaves Metropolis in ruins and worst of all, leaves the world without its greatest hero.
When I first heard that the end was near for Superman, I made it a point to know the entire story, after all, this is the first superhero I had ever known thanks to my dad and it only seemed right to know exactly what force in his world could stop a man of steel.
Needless to say I made sure to do extra chores, to earn whatever allowance I could to have enough cash to grab as many issues of this story as I could. I took advantage of every opportunity to read a back issue of the Doomsday storyline when my family went to the grocery store since thankfully, there was a comic book store nearby.
But little could prepare my young mind for the utter devastation I would feel when I picked up issue 75 to read the horrors within as I lay witness to Superman's untimely death.
As a young boy, this is a story that I look back upon with great fondness simply because of the fact that it completely and utterly captivated me. Doomsday was chilling to see on the pages as the writers and artists slowly revealed the creature's hideous form and the fact that it was simply a force of nature in many ways made the story even more incredible. But of course the big stunner was that Superman was indeed dead. It really didn't seem possible but there he was, lying still atop the ruins of Metropolis as Lois wept.
It was a powerful image, a powerful comic series and in many ways it revitalized my love for comics with its incredible story arc, and the story arc that was to come. I know some are not a fan of this particular moment in DC Comics' history, but for me...it was a bold and powerful story that stunned me to no end and I wasn't kidding when I said that there are times I pull out the trade paperback of the entire saga and find myself in awe once again.