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markem
03-12-2015, 08:56 PM
Terry Pratchett, best known for his DiscWorld book series, has left this mortal coil. His was a rare form of Alzheimers and, I am happy to say, he did not go gently in to that good night.

As one might expect, his FB page is pretty busy right now. I'm perusing it and finding much joy amidst the sadness. One person, Nick Mogavero, wrote a wonderful dialog between Sir Pratchett and one of his best loved characters, Death:


I would like my pudding now nurse. And then I think I'd like to... write... something... I don't remember what."

Standing in the corner, he waits. The sand slowly flows, but it nears it's end. The old man still glows, as thousands of threads spread away from him.

SQUEAK.

I AGREE. IT IS A SHAME TO SEE HIM THIS WAY.

SQUEAK.

NO. I DO NOT KNOW WHAT WILL HAPPEN.... BUT I CANNOT WAIT TO ASK HIM HOW IT ALL ENDS.

The old man looks up, through them at first... and then he sees them. For once, the smile on the hooded figure's skull is genuine.

"I... I remember you. The anth... ant..."

ANTHROPOMORPHIC PERSONIFICATION.

"Yes, that. We knew each other?"

ONCE. AND WILL AGAIN, SIR.

He so rarely said it, and these feelings... remembering his young aprentice, and beloved daughter. The beautiful child they have.

"There... is a girl, yes?"

SHE IS SPEAKING TO THE AUDITORS, SIR. THEY ARE UNWILLING TO LISTEN.

"Well then. You know what they say, two things you cannot avoid. Taxes and..." He looks into the firey blue eyes, and becomes aware.

SQUEAK.

"Quite right. Is it time already? I have so much left to do."

YOU HAVE GIVEN ALL YOU CAN SIR.

"No, not cancer. Alzheimers."

I AM AWARE.

"So, where is the boy? I remember a boy."

CARRIAGE ACCIDENT.

"Ahh. Never much trusted cars. Or horses."

THEY GET YOU WHERE YOU WANT TO GO.

"Must I?"

SOON. BUT WE MAY SIT HERE AWHILE.

SQUEAK

DO YOU HAVE ANY BISCUITS?

"No. Shame really."

YES.

"Is it truely turtles?"

ALL THE WAY DOWN. I HAVE SEEN THEM.

"Ahh. I would love to see it. Perhaps a small trip before?"

IT WOULD BE MY PLEASURE.

"The light is slower there... and there's a monkey...."

ORANGUTAN. SAME PRINCIPLE.

"Yes... will they remember me?"

SQUEAK.

"What was that? I could not hear you."

HE SAYS WE WILL, SIR.

"I never much liked the trouble people had with you. You seem like a nice fellow."

I HAVE MY DAYS.

"Don't we all?"

SOME LESS THAN OTHERS.

"Is it quick?"

YES. AND I BROUGHT THE SWORD. CEREMONY DICTATES IT.

"Ahh. How about a cup of tea?"

I WOULD ENJOY IT. DO YOU PLAY CHESS?

"No. how about checkers?"

And so they sat, two old friends regaling each other, though the old man could not remember all of the details, the cloaked man and his rat filled him in, when it was needed.

shilala
03-12-2015, 09:15 PM
Great writer. He will be missed.
Fortunately, his work won't die.

OHMatt
03-12-2015, 09:15 PM
Oh wailey wailey wailey and crivens.

I have never felt emotional about the passing of an actor, musician, etc. Terry's loss is suprisingly different and that's cutting me own throat.

Porch Dweller
03-12-2015, 09:29 PM
That's a bummer, I wasn't even aware he was ill. RIP, and thanks for the books, Sir Terry.

AdamJoshua
03-12-2015, 09:46 PM
One of the first authors I truly enjoyed reading, Rest In Peace good Sir.

CigarNut
03-12-2015, 09:58 PM
May He Rest In Peace.

jledou
03-13-2015, 06:05 AM
Love his books. He will be missed in this world.