The day Sir Terry Pratchett departed I felt deep sadness, for the last wizzard has left us. I opened a bottle of beer, drank for Sir Terry and doodled a sketch of mourning Rincewind.
Only the next day I thought "Hell no, that's not how such a man leaves this world. I may be sad, but I think I know what's happening there".
So, farewell, dear Sir Terry and good luck on your next adventure