Kat here and I cried when I heard about this. I decided to write this in memory of him because if he wasn't around, we wouldn't even be writing any Nintendo fics, or playing on our consoles, or drawing Nintendo fanart. Let's all have a moment of silence for the great Hiroshi Yamauchi.
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A Moment of Silence
In memory of Hiroshi Yamauchi
1927-2013
The rain was falling. Grey clouds loomed overhead.
Even the weather was mourning.
It seemed to Mario this was fitting, for a great man had died today.
Hiroshi Yamauchi.
The entire Super Smash Bros. crew had shown up for the funeral service. Even the villains were mourning. The children were attempting not to cry but failing miserably. Peach and Zelda had started sobbing a while ago. Link, Marth and Ike had taken several moments to dab at their eyes with a handkerchief. No-one was dry-eyed, it seemed. Again, thought Mario, fitting.
The Italian plumber had had the difficult job of telling everyone that Yamauchi had died. Everyone had looked shocked at first, then bereft. It seemed to Mario that Yamauchi had been like a second father to everyone.
After all, if he hadn't been here, then no-one would have gotten their games, and they wouldn't even know who each other were. This was a startling thought. Mario was glad that Yamauchi had been accepted into Nintendo and given them all their game contracts.
Thunder boomed overhead.
The grey clouds lit up for a brief second.
That lightning was like a life, thought Mario. There, lighting up the darkness, but gone so fast.
Just like that lightning, we'll all die eventually. Some of us just don't want to accept it…
Am I part of that 'some'?
I don't
know
anymore.
The funeral was over. Mario gently led away Peach as she was sobbing too hard to see where she was heading. Link did the same with Zelda. Samus helped round up the whimpering children, sniffling a little herself. They all were taking this so hard. The red-clad plumber understood perfectly. He shed a silent tear.
Why do the good
people die the
fastest?
I
don't
know.
Mario was stoic and silent on the outside, but everyone knew he was suffering the most. His franchise had been the first created by Yamauchi. It was so, so hard for Mario to stay strong when, on the inside, he was crumbling to pieces.
Miserable at best was playing on the radio.
And the hardest part
of living is
just
taking breaths
to stay
sang the radio. Mario shed another tear. He cursed the radio as Peach began to sob again.
He held her close and hoped her tears would subside.
They didn't make it any easier for him.
On top of a rainy hill sat a single gravestone.
Sunflowers bloomed around it, and an acorn tree was nearby.
Inscribed on the stone were a few simple words.
Here lies Hiroshi Yamauchi
1927-2013
Game Over, Mr. Yamauchi.
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