The Death of Superman

I was 13 years old when DC decided to kill-off the Man of Steel. I remember the day that issue #75 hit the comic shop shelves. I was home sick from school—an awful cold. My Father came home from work and had the newspaper with him. The entertainment section had a cover page write-up, headline read: "Edina Man Kills Superman". They advetised that the man responsible—Dan Jurgens—would be at the College of Comic Book Knowledge in South Minneapolis signing books. I begged my Dad to take me and being that it was a once in a lifetime experience, he agreed. Needless to say, it wasn't the best idea to go. There was a long line to get in and it happened to rain while we waited. No umbrella. Cold and nursing a cold. I did however get a the issue signed. The book itself isn't worth anything today, but the opportunity to participate in comic book history is quite valuable.