WANTED: by Ankh-Morpork Daily Bleat, Journalist. - 03/13/15 08:45 AM
“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.
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.