I’m deeply sad to say that Terry Pratchett has left us early to beat the rush.
“Sir Terry Pratchett, Renowned Fantasy Author, Dies Aged 66”: http://www.bbc.com/news/entertainment-arts-31858156
“Terry Pratchett, Author of the Discworld Series, Dies Aged 66”: http://www.theguardian.com/books/2015/mar/12/terry-pratchett-author-of-the-discworld-series-dies-aged-66
“Terry Pratchett in Quotes: 15 of the Best”: http://www.theguardian.com/books/booksblog/2015/mar/12/terry-pratchett-in-quotes-15-of-the-best
The above article missed out one of my favorites, though, from one of my favorite Discworld books, Reaper Man. I think it’s fitting. Here it is:
In the Ramtop village where they dance the real Morris dance, for example, they believe that no one is finally dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away—until the clock he wound up winds down, until the wine she made has finished its ferment, until the crop they planted is harvested. The span of someone’s life, they say, is only the core of their actual existence.
I never wrote about Reaper Man, but I did write about another of my favorite Discworld books starring Death. Here’s the link to the post I did about Hogfather.