Vincent van Gone

The world's most famous artist died in slow and painful obscurity.

At the time, nobody knew him except for Paul Gaugin and the handful of women who rejected his love.

A self-inflicted gunshot to the stomach was finally taking his lonely life.

His labored breathing receded into a deep pneumonic whisper.

Now, strange things started to appear: neon vortices and spirals of light and painted galaxies and golden fields and crows, oh so many crows.

Today, he lives on in a billion copies and reproductions and consumer products that bare his sanity-costing genius.

Everyone knows who Van Gogh is.