I was five years old when the Batman TV show debuted. Most of you guys grew up watching it in reruns when it was on every day, but back then it aired—I think—twice a week (?). You can't believe what a big deal this show was then. Today, there's a glut of superheroes on screens great and small (too many now) and endless cons celebrating comics and supers, but back then we had the old George Reeves Superman reruns and that was it. When Batman debuted it was like a gift from heaven.
Also, this was just a few years after the Cuban Missile Crisis, the president assassinated, the 6 o'clock news opening every night with the American death toll in Vietnam, civil rights riots, and turmoil and chaos on every doorstep. For small kids (and I'm sure for adults as well) it was a very frightening time. This show came around when we needed something good, something fun, something hopeful, and this did the trick. Yeah, it was corny, campy, etc., etc., etc., but when it was dark and the bad guys were all around us, Batman was there.
And 88 years is a good long run, and the man worked right up until the end, and everywhere he went people told him from their hearts what he'd meant to them. That can't be bad.
Rest easy, Adam.