They knew when to leave, Roger

[Richter]

Curly, the Curly I remember anyways, was a prototypical wandering jerk.  It's a compelling archetype, and makes sense in a lot of ways.  Curly would wander in, the hijinks would ensue, and he would leave.  They were his gift; his wit, his pain, and his response of crazed FUN to the white noise normalcy.  He was giving use his time too, which he could never get back.  He spent that time with us well though, not many other people would even get MENTIONED if anything like THE INCIDENT happened to them.

I recall a few other folks who would do their deed and wander on.  Broson, Clint, Yul, Mifune.  Sure, different settings, but they sort of remind me of Curly sometimes.  The idea was the same though.  Walk in, things are bleh.  Make them not bleh.  Walk out.  It makes sense; you can't really hang around, the village's pet hero after you do something like that.  They'll either grow to resent you, or realize you were just a human after all.  It's a gracious exit, a favor to themselves, and a sign of a forgotten form of stoicism to just walk on.  

Grandad and his buddies left too.  What do you expect people to say to a deed like that anyways?  "Thanks for putting the facist beast away, stay here so we can fellate you all for ever and ever."?  No, you do what needs doing because it needs, not because of there reward.  As long as I am here for my people, as long as I am their Deacon, it's not a bad spirit to work in, or example to follow.


Edit: Misspelling

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Yeah, the smart ones always leave after they speak their piece.  Even Shane had the sense to leave town and die somewhere alone in the desert after saving the town...beats being found to have feet of clay, and if you're a dead man anyway, may as well become a legend rather than a shallow grave, right?

I'm not done speaking my piece, just yet.  That one time I keeled over at work, I knew what I had to say, but by the time I was able to type, I had forgotten how to say it.  Obviously, this means my rant gland needs to be diciplined, and the only way to do that is by subjecting it to Badwrongfun™.

And what time is better than the present?  My mind is clear, my body is in better shape than it's been in for 15 years, and I am free from distractions.  Nothing but an overwhelming police presence or the laws of physics can hold me back now.

And how about you, Richter?  The Lost Highway is a nasty neighborhood at 3 in the morning, and I can always use a man that knows which end of a morning star goes in his hand.

Yes, we will devastate the East coast, and sooner than expected.  I'm thinking May 3rd or so.

We will march on a road of bones.

[LMNO]

Brosnan?

[Richter]

Bronson.

  midday crazy coffee typing.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Bronson.

  midday crazy coffee typing.

More coffee is better.

[E.O.T.]

MAYBE

          Also, Mishima.

AND

          Scriabin. It's said that what did him in was an infection, but really, altering the consciousness of everyTHING on the globe through music?! The world wasn't (isn't) ready. And he knew it.

           If we're sticking to film, I'll add DIVINE. I was working a dj booth at a drag/ strip club in Milwaukee where (s)he performed two nights before (s)he died. (s)he was a heaving, sweating, three hundred pound explosive giving you everything, right up to the end.