My bio-brother Marcus, last seen here, has been turned into a comic book character in the latest issue of Little Scrowlie (#14). I suppose I'm spoiling the surprise ending, but he ends up getting his heart ripped out and eaten by some sort of she-devil and dies with a picture of his dog Dubh in his hand. How freaking cool is that?
When I was in university my friend Kevin did a weekly comic for the school newspaper called Adventures of The Wombat or something along those lines. It featured all of his friends (myself included) as a sort of crime fighting team. That was kind of neat, but my inky counterpart never had anything quite as exciting as death by heart extraction.