I miss the days when there was rule rule of 3 regarding death: Bucky, Uncle Ben and Jason Todd were to remain dead until the end of time! FOR-E-VAR! Now we have 2/3rds of them back, all we need now is a giant mecha Uncle Ben screaming about power and responsibility destroying Manhattan and Peter crying in a ball on the corner while Mecha Ben calls him a loser and steps on him. Then he kills Aunt May because shes a billion years old and everyone wakes up from everything that brand new day did to Spider-man.
Wow, I'm think I'm on a sugar rush or something... I'm gonna go lie down.