Talk about dark. This book never really saw the light of day. It, like so many other of my older comics were available at a certain print on demand service called Comixpress, until it went out of business. The difference was, this one never got solicited to Diamond for whatever reason. That might have been when Diamond shifted around the goal posts and made it tougher for independents to get their books in there– but don’t worry, they charged more than ever for ads if you did get in. That was probably the end of me soliciting through conventional means and The Middle Man was the first casualty.

It was originally called the Middle Man because it told the stories of the one moment right after death for several people in different circumstances. One guy who got offed in a mob hit and thrown in a trunk, one old woman who died of old age surrounded by family, one man who just jumped off a high rise to his death. In each instance, one second later, all time would stop and this gentleman would materialize and have chat with the recently deceased.
The gentleman was based physically on John Cleese, not any of his many funny character’s personalities though. In my mind, this would have been akin to a fairly serious Cleese in the acting job of a lifetime.
The chat was mostly the gentleman assessing how and where to “place” the person after death. We’re given the idea that there are more destinations than we think for those who’ve passed.
It’s about 30 pages like the majority of my work back then, black and white and quite often very somber obviously.
In the end, I think I lacked the writing confidence to really dive in and see this through to even a second issue. A combination of me not being a capable enough writer to handle the content, along with it being– in addition to sometimes lovely or amusing– a very depressing book at times. Case in point: Of the various types of people he visits in that second, the last we see is time frozen as the gentleman walks into white. The camera backs up more and more, eventually seeing he’s walked into the heart of the explosion when the second plane hits the World Trade Center.
That was about as far as I was willing to go. I didn’t feel up to chronicling whatever discussion the gentleman would be having one way or another or even who it should be with.
So, I ended it there.
Creative side note: since cable tv started showing a tv show based on a comic I’d never heard of called The Middle Man, I obviously had to change the name, so it became “One Last Moment”.
























































