He could leap tall buildings in a single bound ... but couldn't survive a head-first dive over a horse's head.
Christopher Reeve had it all. Now, after years spent in a straight-jacket of his own body, he is dead at 52. It makes one realize anew how tenuous this thing we call life is. And that the Grim Reaper doesn't play favorites. No matter your wealth, power or intelligence ... mortality levels us all.
Dying is such an incredible waste! If only there really was something beyond death. Ah, the most beguiling of all fantasies. And yet, and yet ... if wishes are horses ...
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