Years ago, stipple-happy Spy magazine brother-cartoonists Drew and Josh Alan Friedman prophesized a mid-21st-century Baltimore in which everyone, mysteriously, looks exactly like Ernest Borgnine. A whole Charm City of Ernests, beetle-browed and gap-toothed and more than vaguely simian, complaining — aww, Christ — about their corns.

This was sort of perfect, as no famous person has ever more closely resembled his or her Friedman caricature than Borgnine, who died of renal failure over the weekend at age 95. And yet in real life, it seems unlikely we'll see another Borgnine onscreen, or anything close.