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Al, who was one of the security guards from the time I started at the hospital, died last week. He was a stocky man with silvery, slightly longer hair, and a pair of aviator glasses. He pretended to be a grumpy old man to mostly everyone but really lit up whenever we discussed comics or movies. He perticularly liked Batman and Spider-man. Turns out he was putting up a fake front because he had been battling cancer all these years. A movie which he spoke about very highly to me the last time we really spoke was the 1950's version of 300 Spartans. I wonder if it had anything to do with the fact they actually filmed at the Hot Gates and he wished to visit there himself. I'll never know. He really responded to the fact that I wasn't put off by older movies like most people my age. I'll most remember him for the stories of bittersweet heroism that he cherished and that he was a living example that people need something to live for in order to live their life to the fullest. He died a month after retiring from his job and he was close to 80 years old. Goodbye Al.