Hazel left a steak on the stove for him but Tracy couldn’t chew with the ill-fitting new dentures. He sat at the lonely kitchen table and spooned oatmeal into his toothless mouth and thought about the dead.
Pruneface. Broadway Bates. Breathless Mahoney.
Gone.
The Brow, the Nazi spy who gave him a run for his money, impaled on an American eagle atop a flagpole after falling from a window. September 24, 1944
Littleface Finney, lost both ears trying to escape the detective. Died in prison. Cancer of the esophagus. 1952.
The counterfeiter Alec Penn
Gang underboss Ribs Morocco
Mumbles, drowned in a lake on July 27, 1945
Texy Garcia
Trigger Doom
Gone
Trusty Hubbub
Jesus …
… clawed to death by his own leopard in 1961
Tracy spooned more oatmeal into his mouth and sipped from the mug of bitter black coffee.
Irma committed suicide on March 3, 1946
The Claw, with that hook to replace his missing hand, electrocuted after getting caught in high voltage wires while fleeing from Tracy. When was that? 1947?
That crooked lawyer George Spaldoni. Tracy shot and killed him in 1934
Gone
Shakey, dimwitted bodyguard for street hoods. Accidentally shot himself while surrounded by coppers. February 1948.
Gone
Tess Truehart
Gone, baby, gone
Now all he hasĀ is the costume of doomed hope worn by impending Death, and the fading yellowed comic strips clipped out of newspapers to remind him of who he used to be.


Never thought to get something profound like that from Dick Tracy. Depressing, really.
Also, I know some big New York crime boss dies of esophogus cancer in prison, can’t remember his name, though.
By: Zel-kun on March 13, 2008
at 11:18 pm
It is rather grim, Zel, a reflection, really, on violence in pop culture that I originally wrote a few weeks ago in reaction to a sudden rash of school shootings here in Las Vegas. I was holding the piece in reserve for a day when I would be too busy to write anything fresh.
Well, today’s that day.
By: Rodger Jacobs on March 14, 2008
at 12:09 am