Oh summer Saturday. The perfect day to dip into the Silver Age and pull out another gem.
In this fun adventure, Superman dies! Everyone is sad...except Batman, who is super pumped about finally getting to crack open Superman's will:
I love how Batman just storms into the room "Shut up everyone, I have something to read you."
Right. So it's unanimous. Batman gets Superman's heart. And no one cares that:
a) Batman does not want a new heart, or the complicated and dangerous transplant surgery required, or
b) Batman does not need a new heart.
But who cares what Batman thinks? It's unnecessary surgery time!
Wow. These are some well-prepared surgeons. Batman needs to get the hell out of there. You do not want to be lying on the operating table and hearing "How do we operate?"
Before Batman can make his escape, Supergirl shows up with some special surgical instruments that Superman had built himself (?!). This next panel is fantastic:
That off-panel, desperate 'No!' is my favourite thing ever.
He hastily makes his self-deprecating (and sensible) excuses and leaves the operating room in tact. Not even the surgeon's persuasive "But Batman!..." argument can change his mind.
The surgeons don't want to waste an opportunity to slice open Superman. They remove all his super parts.
So guess who steals them: Lex frigging Luthor. And he sells them to the highest bidders (I really can't believe he didn't just get them all transplanted to his own body).
Whoever gets his hands gets super strength? That's just preposterous. Everything else about this comic makes total sense.
The super-powered body parts get sold to four assholes:
Just like Superman would have wanted.
Y'know, this comic is really gross.