“SIR TERRY, AT LAST IT IS TIME FOR US TO WALK TOGETHER.” DEATH turned a kindly eye on the recumbent figure, who was partly eclipsed by a large and rather battered broad-brimmed, khaki hat.
Sir Terry looked up, smiled into the dark hood, took Death’s arm and walked through the doors into the dark desert under the endless skies.
Farewell to a good man who brought me, and many millions of others, so much pleasure and laughter – often at inappropriate times and places. You will be sorely missed. May you rest easy.

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