From the late, great, Gerry Anderson. Captain Scarlet was indestructible, which meant he was always getting killed. Nastily. Sometimes a couple of times an episode - remember, this was a children's show. Characters were killed off, to be re-animated by a malign alien force - The Mysterons. It's a brilliant show, but relentlessly downbeat. Naturally, I [aged four and a half], loved it to bits.
I found this cover on the net, whilst looking for something totally different. The sight of it made my blood run cold - not through fear, but of memory, of something long, long lost regained. Does that happen to anyone else?