This sculpture evokes a lot of mixed feelings in me.

I'm sad to see Super Mario is dead, since I've had more than a few dreams about his tiny moustache tickling hard-to-reach parts of my body.

I'm curious if some new religion will spring up around him, with a Holy Trinity that includes Mario, Luigi, and Donkey Kong. When you turn thirteen, instead of declaring that you're a man, they'll give you a hammer and then roll barrels at you.

But mostly I'm sorry I missed what must have been an awesome Last Supper.