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Brain Cancer Claims Horror Maestro Wes Craven At 76 35

New submitter JamesA writes: Wes Craven, the famed writer-director of horror films known for the Nightmare on Elm Street and Scream movies, died Sunday after a battle with brain cancer. He was 76. Though he's far less known as a novelist than for his various horror film jobs (writer, director, producer, actor ...), Craven also wrote a few books; I can't vouch for "Coming of Rage," but "Fountain Society" is pretty solid speculative fiction. Wikipedia notes that Craven also "designed the Halloween 2008 logo for Google, and was the second celebrity personality to take over the YouTube homepage on Halloween."
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Brain Cancer Claims Horror Maestro Wes Craven At 76

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  • by Gravis Zero ( 934156 ) on Monday August 31, 2015 @12:55AM (#50424499)

    here is the logo he designed. [google.com]

    slashdot editors are seriously slacking off.

  • The 120 yr Limit (Score:2, Interesting)

    by jwillis84 ( 1404829 )

    Interesting he passed at 76, for men aroun 75 seems to be the break even point where your 50/50 to living to the next year.

    There are some fantastic developments in Brain Cancer treatments coming a just a few years, but they might not be effective once you get past 75 yr old.

    They focus more on tagging the Cancer cells such that the bodies Immune system will focus on those cells and demolish them. The use of the Polio vaccine on 60 minutes comes to mind, but there have been others.

    Several studies have focused

    • Re:The 120 yr Limit (Score:5, Interesting)

      by adolf ( 21054 ) <flodadolf@gmail.com> on Monday August 31, 2015 @02:20AM (#50424723) Journal

      My Jr. High music teacher died from brain cancer. He was brilliant, highly-skilled, and excellent with showing kids their vocal potential. He remembered everyone; name, rank, serial. And he never gave up on any of them.

      One of the more painful memories I have, ever, is of meeting this man a few years later, at work: He's browsing movies, and I'm coming back from a long day of installing satellite dishes -- my first "real" job.

      I'm all "Mr. [ZZZ], how are you? I haven't seen you in awhile."

      And he's all "Uh, hi. Yes! Yes, I remember you! You're uhm, Jason? No that's not it. Andy? No no. I'm very sorry, but they tell me I've got brain cancer and it's really hard to remember..."

      Me: "Can I help?"

      "No, no, they say I've still got 72% of my brain left. I've got brain cancer, haven't you heard? Let's see, uh, I know I know you and I'm very embarrassed that I can't name you."

      At this point, I let the then-old-to-me damaged dude (45-50-ish) know my name, which still drew a blank. It was difficult excusing myself from that situation, and apparent that the missing 28% was inclusive of all of his genuinely-beloved students. He died a year or two later. Mein herz brennt -- I used to could talk to the guy about anything.

      I mean, FFS: My grand-dad died from Parkinson's, which is a terrible fucking way to die when it gets stretched to multiple years of uselessness: You still know everything, but you can't do anything about it. (He was an engineer, but couldn't communicate his ideas at all. One scribbled note, discarded by the nurses because they'd since moved/re-adjusted him and no longer cared, said "Neck hurts." By the time I got there, they didn't care about my interpretation. He cried, which was perhaps the best he could do, paralyzed and unable to speak but having successfully had his written complaint understood only to be ultimately ignored).

      My other grand-dad died from a bad stroke, leading to other strokes. This is also a terrible fucking way to die, especially it also involves years of uselessness. (He was a salesman and a wildly successful realtor and a lot of other first-party things, but couldn't reach the people he used to know after the first real stroke)

      Fuck all brain diseases, in general. But brain cancer? Sheesh Fuck that one in particular. Brain cancer is silly-crazy-scary. Shell-of-a-ghost-of-a-human scary. I wish we could fix that one. At least my grand-dads knew who I was.

      (I'd tell you about the staph infection my school-teacher aunt got in her own brain, but she's mostly better, ish: She used to know everything, and she's sure that she still does, but she's a bit more reserved about relaying that than she used to be.)

      • Re: The 120 yr Limit (Score:3, Interesting)

        by ph1ll ( 587130 )
        I've just finished nursing a loved one with glioblastoma. It's frikken awful but it was short (the medium survival rate is about 14 months. My loved one went in 9). I think Parkinson's, Alzheimer's etc are far worse because they go on for years. My loved one didn't realize she was dying at the end as it severely impairs cognition. I hope anybody who has a loved one with brain cancer takes some comfort from this.
        • by Anonymous Coward

          Sorry to hear that. It must be some comfort to know they suffered relatively little.

          My grandmother had Alzheimers for over a decade. At first it didn't affect her much, but for her last few years she sat in a chair completely unaware of her surroundings. When she eventually passed the truth was we had lost her years before.

    • I'm not sure what everyone is complaining about.

      This guy posts about twice a year. Going back a bit, but when Gene Roddenberry passed, this guy was very respectful [slashdot.org].

      He is commenting about the aging process, about what ultimately gets us, and what are our chances are. I fail to see any problem with anything he said.

      Perhaps some of his points are too subtle for the 20-somethings more concerned about who they can bed tonight. For example, we do need to drop the sugar (and carb) addiction as we get olde
  • by x_IamSpartacus_x ( 1232932 ) on Monday August 31, 2015 @01:54AM (#50424647)

    died Sunday after a battle with brain cancer.

    For people who live with cancer, it's actually been found that's it's better to not use martial metaphors. For many cancer patients, the emotional journey is hard enough without feeling like they are "losing a battle" or "losing a fight" etc. with cancer. Even family members of those who've died with cancer often struggle with the emotions of feeling like someone "lost" or they "didn't fight hard enough". Living with cancer is not always something that has to be fought, especially brain cancer.

    More on topic, Wes Craven was an artist and we will miss his art. Go well Mr. Craven.

  • by Chas ( 5144 ) on Monday August 31, 2015 @08:53AM (#50426159) Homepage Journal

    The shit this guy dreamed up to scare the fuck out of people? Brain cancer? I believe it!

    Scaring the crap out of people since at least 1971.
    Haunting our nightmares since 1984.

    We'll miss you Wes. Just...don't come back and kill us in our sleep? Please?

We cannot command nature except by obeying her. -- Sir Francis Bacon