Right before Omar died, shot by that little dirt sack Kenard (who also was torturing a cat in this episode, that dog!), he bellowed on the corner that ''Marlo Stanfield is not a man for this town! You dig?'' Well, Omar, with his strange, steely code of honor and elusive Robin Hood identity, apparently isn't a man for modern-day Baltimore either. He hit the tile after buying a soft pack of Newports, Kenard's chubby little wrist wobbling under the weight of his gun. That was it. Omar didn't meet a glorious end, with his guns blazing and trench coat fluttering in the wind. He died like most of the people on The Wire, suddenly and without a lot of witnesses. The Sun scratched a story about his death, and in the cruelest turn, the morgue even switched up his body tag. After that leap into the night out the balcony window, after his ''Spider-Man s---,'' Omar died a brutally banal death. And, sadly, it was the right way for the favorite character of so many Wire fans to go out.