RIP Terry Pratchett.
I'm crying as I'm typing this, although it must be silly crying over a writer whom I didn't personally know, and yet he shaped so much of my life, and will continue to do so.
He died today, having lost his battle to Alzheimer's disease (he called it an 'embuggerance'). He wrote until the very last moment. His words, his books, his wit, his humor, his intelligence...I don't even know where to start. We've lost a genius.
If you haven't read any of his books, start with Discworld and wear a diaper, because you won't be able to control your bladder, bursting into hysterical laughter on every page. Guaranteed.