Here's a lovely depressing poem for everyone as a way of saying, "Thank you Marvel for killing Kurt so wonderfully." (I know, it's been forever, but it irks me, especially now that I've seen First Class and started reading the comics)

Titled for the pain of a death creating the eloquence and beauty of grievous memorials.

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Painful Beauty

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Of all the many ways

A man can wreak death,

A man can wreak death

In horrible ways.

Oh, the power of the action,

Oh, the power of inaction.

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That one moment of infinite pain,

That one moment of infinite strength,

That one moment of infinite will,

Led nowhere but to death.

Death came slowly with merciless time

For shattering last words.

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In the universe,

A death is. . .

nothing.

In the universe,

A loss is . . .

harrowing.

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That one moment of infinite pain,

That one moment of infinite strength,

That one moment of infinite will,

Led nowhere but to death.

Death came slowly with merciless time

For shattering last words.

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The rush of a body,

Meeting its mother,

The gaze of dead eyes,

Infinitely wise,

The legacy of the mind,

Did no wrong.

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That one moment of infinite pain,

That one moment of infinite strength,

That one moment of infinite will,

Led nowhere but to death.

Death came slowly with merciless time

For shattering last words.

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It happens slowly,

Through a fog,

The shock of departure,

Of flight.

There is no thought of light,

Nothing ever after shines bright,

Surely it is thou God has chosen to smite.

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Why him?

Why him?

An angel to teach us?

Strongest of heart, gifted with death,

Noble to his dying breath.