So this morning I woke up to find out that an old co-worker of mine had passed away.
My first job right out of college was working as a copy editor for Wizard Entertainment. I got to write, edit, and proofread articles about comic books. Pretty cool job. Besides the perks of free comics, one of the best parts of the job, I have to say, was the staff. The editorial, design, and research teams were a close-knit group of guys (and a gal or two) in their early 20s.
It was pretty much like a frat house, everyone playing practical jokes on each other and slinging insults left and right. Yeah, you needed a pretty thick skin to survive in there. Yet despite all that, we managed to put out some pretty cool magazines every single month all about comic books, collectibles, and pop culture.
When I started at Wizard, my desk was right next to Marc Wilkofsky. He was and will forever be the oddest, strangest, quirkiest person I have ever had the privilege of knowing and working with. I could write a book or three chock full of Marc stories, but unless you know the guy, it just won’t have the same effect. Heck, you’d probably think I made most of them up.
In a building full of guys who love comic books and video games, Marc loved soap operas. He was a huge fan of Mary Chapin Carpenter and other country music. And yes he loved him some comic books. His favorite? Wonder Woman. But all of that is just personal interests. Marc was a TV sidekick in the flesh. A real-life Kramer. Ed Norton. Or Raymond’s brother (whatever his name is).
Marc was known for his constant “Yup, yup” and “Oy.” He was kooky. He was zany. He could just make you completely crack up and lose it with his off-the-wall zaniness.
Above everything else, though (and Marc was an excellent copy editor, to the point of perfection at times… which was painful when you’re on deadline), Marc was an incredibly kind soul. I don’t think he had a bad bone in his entire body.
I never heard him say one bad thing about anyone. He always saw good in all. Always was there with a smile, a word of encouragement, an infectious giggle.
I haven’t spoken to Marc in years, but he most definitely had a profound impact on my life. He didn’t just teach me about copy editing; he taught me some great life lessons. Be true to yourself. Don’t be afraid to be different from everyone else. Just be yourself and shout it to the world.
There’s a bit less zaniness in the world today. A few less oys and not nearly enough yup, yups. You will most definitely be missed, Marc. But at least we know there’s going to be a lot less typos in Heaven.
If you knew Marc, please share your thoughts, favorite Marc moments, whatever in the comments below.