Harvey Pekar is dead, everyone read the American Splendour comics, they rule. Basically he was one of the first guys to do uh smaller-scale everyday-life stuff in comic books, a style which later turned into the whole cliche of MY SELF-ABSORBED LOVE LIFE BY: A BORING COLLEGE KID (cf jeffrey brown and that one asshole who literally drew a whole story which was just pictures of famous black artists with little captions saying "hell yeah miles davis was my nigga see not racist"). But anyway Pekar's worked because he was actually interested in the people he talked to and the stuff that happened every day as a file clerk in cleveland and that came through in the stories. They made a movie which was pretty good too. He was like seventy and had health problems so maybe it's no surprise that he died but he still managed to take small everyday moments from a world which still feels almost invisible in media and made them compelling (also fucking funny just so this doesn't get too sappy)
Man it feels like I only post here when someone's dead

here's a really amazing video from Earnest Scared Stupid (the best earnest) to make up for it
There's something really offputting about this and other compilation clips from shitty old movies, because they get stripped of all context in the story and just become kind of upsetting images. I watched some random clip from the Super Mario Bros movie recently and it involved Dennis Hopper and Bob Hoskins grimacing at each other in bizarre outfits while they slowly disintegrated and Hopper kept screaming WE'RE MELDING and it was probably nothing in the context of the film but by itself it was absolutely horrifying.