That just as easily could have been aimed at DC’s Mort Weisinger and they got it past him by making it look like a shot at rival Lee.
I remember a few years ago when Stan said he’d be willing to do a cameo in a DC movie. I’m glad somebody took him up on it, even if it was that Teen Titans crud.
Comics couldn’t have had a better front man. This MMMS member says Excelsior Forevermore!
I’m hoping they do a CGI simulation of him as Funky Flashman.
Alan Moore eviscerated him in 1963.
Sad for his loss. I’m not a fan of Marvel (they didn’t exist in my town when I was growing up in the 60s), but he was certainly a giant in the field.
I remember a few years ago, when Stan hosted that incredibly mediocre reality show, Who Wants to be a Superhero? The contestants were always timidly calling him “Mr. Lee,” and it seemed so wrong, so counter to everything about him. He had spent his whole career eschewing the notion that he should be called “Mister,” that we should know him as anything except “Stan.”
It was only years later, looking back on my early experiences with Marvel, that I started to realize how strange that was. We were little kids, and the writers and artists were grown-up guys, some of them in their forties or fifties. And yet we thought of them not as Mr. Lee or Mr. Kirby, but as Stan and Jack. And Steve, and John, and Don, and Larry. And a little later, as Roy and Marv and George and Gerry and Archie.
That, to me, is how Stan really made Marvel a different place, a more exciting place, than DC was at the time. He created the idea of “The Bullpen,” this sense that everyone creating those comics were all pals, normal guys just like you and me, having fun together and making great comics. And guess what? You, the readers, you’re also one of our pals. You’re having fun right along with us, fun that nobody knows about except us pals. That, more than anything, is why I loved Marvel as a kid. It was fun. Not just the stories, but the people who made the stories as well.
Of course it wasn’t true. Like any workplace, Marvel had tensions and rivalries and people who just didn’t get along. But the illusion was a wonderful thing, and even in my more cynical old age, I can look back and wish that the Bullpen really was the way that Stan depicted it.
Had he been with DC his death would be “an imaginary story” or at worst it would’ve been the Earth 2 Stan that passed instead of the one we knew and loved. Wish it were so! 
Or he’d just be in a really deep coma, and some good sun exposure would revive him.
There are rumors that a character named “Dark Stan” will appear next year in the X-Men.
Also, Lee himself made a video saying that he had not been abused, and that it was a made up story to try and get control of his medical care (and apparently get some money). He seemed quite lucid, so I tend to believe him.
They did a CGI version of him in Big Hero 6.
It’s late, took me multiple readings to get that.
I just reread Spider-Man 31-33, v1, a trilogy that, IMO, is Lee and Ditko’s finest hour. It still holds up as a piece of entertainment. What amazing talents he, Ditko, and Kirby were.
I glanced through that list.
[Admittedly, I rushed a bit.]
But I didn’t see mention of the cameo i just saw recently:
I was binge-watching season 1 of Heroes and he’s a bus driver opening a Greyhound style bus and asking the character Hiro Nakamura where Hiro is heading.
–G!
In all the years I’ve followed Marvel Comics, I don’t recall anyone…not one writer, not one artist, not one critic, not one super-hardcore fanboy, not one collector, not one concerned parent, not one trick-or-treater or screenwriter or politician or TV producer or recovering comic addict who had an embarrassing crush on Mary Jane that one year…having anything unkind to say about him. He is one of the most universally respected, admired, revered, beloved human beings I have heard, seen, or read about in my life.
And he deserved it. Totally. He started out idealistic, creative, and relentlessly cheerful, and he stayed that way his whole life. You see a man get the level of power, success and wealth that he has, you expect him to go bad somehow. Pick up bad habits, support reprehensible causes, or just become constantly bitter about everything. Sometimes it can happen with stunning quickness (coughNotchcough). Or else he seems like a perfect gentleman, but there’s a terrible dark side he’s hiding that’s going to burst out when you least expect it (coughJoePaternocough). Not Lee. I remember a TV special about the most recent Spider-Man cartoon series. By then he was definitely on the bad side of 70 at least, yet he was so exuberant, so happy, so awestruck at how incredibly cool it was that he got to make a Saturday morning cartoon series, you’d think he was a recent college graduate landing his first real job. (Looked completely comfortable in front of the camera, too…no mean feat for a comic book guy!)
Excelsior, Lee. All Excelsior. Excelsior from beginning to end. 
(I’m assuming that’s an adjective. If it’s a noun, apologies. No offense intended.)
Three of 'em, according to this nice Michael Sangiacomo tribute in The Plain Dealer: Marvel’s Stan Lee: Farewell to the man who changed comics forever - cleveland.com