Uncharacteristically Serious

I discovered Discworld my freshman year in college and, in keeping with my being   basically a goofball, didn't realize Small Gods was part of a series.  I just thought it was brilliantly funny.  To my delighted surprise I found that Terry Pratchett had created a universe of clever stories and hilarious, deeply human characters.   The humor drew me in; the humanity kept me reading.

The characters and stories you relate to are the ones you remember.  A lot of people are funny, but Terry Pratchett had a gift for making you genuinely care about Sam Vimes and Granny Weatherwax.  I kind of always wanted to be Nanny Ogg when I grew up, because she never did.

We all knew this day would come when he announced his embuggerance, but I'm pretty sure we all deep down hoped for the impossible.  The impossible never came; this day did.

Better writers than me, people who aren't unpublished goofballs with a blog, have written and will write better memorials than this.  But I wanted to put mine out there.  He helped shape my writing and my humor, he was my favorite author, and he will be missed.