On Friday 12th March 2015, the news broke via Terry's Twitter account that Sir Terry Pratchett had taken Death's arm and followed him through the doors and on to the black desert under the endless night.
It was my 'Elvis' moment, as in where-were-you-when-Elvis-died. When I heard that STP had passed away, I was at a wet and windy bus stop outside college. I was also waiting for news of my husband's second operation for cancer, so it had been a difficult time in any case, but I told a fellow Discworld fan and friend, who commiserated and I went home and cried big wet blubbery school girl tears. I have been saddened over the death of certain celebs, but not like this one. I was a huge fan and I knew that the day would come when the 'embuggerance' would become too much. He had the key to the most amazing world and he was kind enough to share it with us. Now Vimes, Granny, Rincewind et al. will have followed him into the Great Divide.
“Do you not know that a man is not dead while his name is still spoken?” It's been three years since the final tweet was posted and since then, his name continues to be spoken everywhere.
GNU Sir Terry Pratchett