The first Moebius book I picked up was H.P.'s Rock City published by Dark Horse, which, among other short stories, contained "The Long Tomorrow." All of the stories were great, but "The Long Tomorrow" astounds me. With a mere 16 pages Moebius creates a rich, textured sci-fi world full of fantastic, iconic visuals. He creates a genre.
How many graphic novels, movies, books, t.v. shows can be traced back to these 16 pages. A lot, I'm sure.
When I heard that Moebius had died, I was shocked. Not at his death, but at the fact that up until the day before he died, he was a living person. In my mind he's always been some kind of god. Sure, I knew on an intellectual level that he was a person and that he was alive, but it hadn't occurred to me that we lived in the same realm of existence, or that he would ever die.
I don't believe in an afterlife, but with Moebius, it somehow makes sense. Wherever he is, my voice joins in with the chorus of countless others singing out our thanks to him.
This panel cheers me up and reminds me that his work lives on.