He made us laugh. He made us cry. He brought us together as a nation, won us over with his amiable ways and extreme good manners, and made us root for the demise of that annoying Doom Patrol.
But it was the very special relationship Monsieur Mallah had with Brain, a brain in a jar, that really touched our heart. They said it could never work, this relationship between simian and organ floating in a glass case. And yet it did. That was Mallah's gift.
How do I feel about the death of Monsieur Mallah at the hands of Gorilla Grodd in Salvation Run #4? A bunch of emotions. I would be lying if I said I didn't feel just a little bit betrayed. But comics are simply a mirror into the real world, a world where talking gorillas wear berets and get beaten to death by other talking gorillas on strange hostile planets filled with forcibly exiled supervillains.
I'll get over it. Eventually.
