March 12, 2015
Terry Pratchett passed away today, and I didn't really feel anything when I heard the news... until I read his final tweets announcing his death. If you're unfamiliar with Pratchett's writings, one of his main characters was Death itself, who always spoke in capital letters:
AT LAST, SIR TERRY, WE MUST WALK TOGETHER.
Terry took Death's arm and followed him through the doors and on to the black desert under the endless night.
The End.
That's a good way to go out.
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Posted by: Pixy Misa at March 12, 2015 05:50 PM (2yngH)
Posted by: GreyDuck at March 12, 2015 07:34 PM (AQ0bN)
When Prachett learned he had Alzheimers, he said he was going to investigate physician-assisted suicide, particularly in a clinic in Switzerland.
I'm finding myself thinking he got someone in Switzerland to give him a lethal dose of something painless, and that this morning he took it, at home.
Posted by: Steven Den Beste at March 12, 2015 10:10 PM (+rSRq)
Posted by: Wonderduck at March 12, 2015 10:15 PM (jGQR+)
Posted by: Steven Den Beste at March 13, 2015 04:14 AM (+rSRq)
Very few people try to kill themselves when they've got pneumonia or colds, oddly enough. I suppose that having something infectious tends to focus the brain on survival.
Posted by: Suburbanbanshee at March 13, 2015 01:57 PM (ZJVQ5)
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