Goodbye, Mr. Pratchett, and thank you.
Your books gave me laughs when little else could, your wit and imagination, and your way of showing us the absurdity in normal things is not easily forgotten, or replicated.
(Damnit, Nimoy, now Pratchett...this sucks. Someone call David Bowie and make sure he's still ok, willya?)
If you've never read his books and have any interest in what amounts to very silly, witty and astute British fantasy, I really can recommend his writing. Some of the Discworld series in particular, (for me I'd say"Small Gods" is a favourite), are just straight-up outstanding. I'm pretty sure many of his fans would also agree when I say that his way of writing Death as a character was just...right,
on so many levels.
Of course, though, they were all so wonderful.....Granny Weatherwax, Susan, Greebo, Vetinari, the wizards, Sam Vimes....all of them, damnit, I would end up simply listing all of them here - so real that threads of them can be seen in the people around us, so fantastical that the world in which they lived served as both delicious escape, and a statement-making riff on our own.
And in that spirit, I'll just leave this here.