"A man is not dead while his name is still spoken"

This was supposed to be a general life update post - the lovely Valentine's Day we had, the Day of Appliance Death (the shower head fell off, the dryer stopped working mid-cycle, and one of the rolley wheels of the dishwasher fell off, all within 12 hours of each other) with perhaps a bit more Gentleman Bastards squee thrown in - but then today happened, and this really can't be anything but a eulogy for Terry Pratchett.

( "Death isn't cruel, merely terribly, terribly good at his job"... )