I would not want to be a parent in the Star Wars universe. If there’s one constant in Star Wars, it’s the fact that if you’re a parent, you are most assuredly going to die. Probably horribly.

Perhaps the marriage of Star Wars and Disney wasn’t as far-fetched as it seemed at the time, as both rely heavily on one underlying theme: an orphan’s struggle to overcome adversity. On the Disney side you have Bambi, Cinderella, Mowgli, Tarzan, Simba, Snow White, and the list goes on.  In Star Wars, there’s Luke, Leia, Ezra, Boba Fett, and most recently Rey.

…. It makes one wonder if both George Lucas and Walt Disney had some serious daddy issues growing up, so much so that they then carried those issues through to their work.

Case in point: Luke Skywalker’s life story is a particularly tragic one; his mother dies immediately following his birth, while the father he never knows goes on to become the scourge of the galaxy. He’s then raised by his aunt and uncle who are summarily murdered, their corpses burned before his very eyes.

Adding insult to injury, he later learns his father’s true identity just after dear old dad lops off his hand. And then, of course, he beats his own father to death only to have a brief moment of reconciliation and redemption before pops breathes his last breathe. I mean, would we really blame Luke if he succumbed to the Dark Side after all that? Because… damn

Seriously, George, have you considered seeing a therapist?

Leia, on the other hand, witnesses first hand as the Empire blows her entire planet to smithereens, her adoptive parents along with it.

But hey, at least they didn’t have to watch from the shadows as one bad mother****** cleaved their father’s head clean off, only to have it roll to their feet.

(I’m serious about the therapy, George.)