Today, Eddy would celebrate his 40th birthday. He would have at least six Eisner Awards on his shelves, Alan Moore would beg him to work on his new book and his editor would try to reach him, unsuccessfully, because he would be missing his deadline. Today, he would be occupied calling friends to show up at his place, buying booze and snacks, putting together playlist of his favourite songs to last until the dawn and would clean up his den at least a little bit. He would celebrate his birthday and I'd celebrate along with him.
But life is a bitch.
So, there won't be any party today. Just memories.
And for those of you who weren't lucky enough to know him in person, here are few picks from his vast legacy ...