What have we lost with the death of Marlon Brando? His talent was legendary – in his younger days. Then he sold his soul to the highest bidder. Again and again and again. Years ago he turned away from his craft, loudly voicing his contempt for acting and taking roles for the sole purpose of making money; which he promptly gave to the defense attorneys of his murdering progeny. Flabby and broke, he found friendship in the alien confines of Neverland Ranch. Determined to leave this world as a parody of his former self, he spent his final days "alone in a one-bedroom bungalow, surviving with the support of a state pension"; he owed banks over $20 million and had hidden his Oscars so that creditors wouldn't confiscate them. This is only fitting. He has stayed true to the tradition of John Barrymore, the greatest actor of his generation, who shuffled off this mortal coil with all the dignity of a candied ham.