SIR TERRY: Oh.  Oh, my.  I .. I can think clearly again.   I think.  What a relief!

DEATH: OF COURSE.

SIR TERRY: You!    Well, this is a bit … unexpected.

DEATH: I CAN’T IMAGINE WHY.  YOU’VE BEEN PREPARING TO MEET ME FOR SOME TIME.

SIR TERRY: Well, I mean I was rather expecting – or I should say not expecting anything.   How nice — Wait a minute.  How do I know I’m not just in a coma or something and imagining all this because of brain death?

DEATH: “HOW DO YOU KNOW?”  HOW DO YOU KNOW OTHERWISE?  AND WOULD IT MAKE A DIFFERENCE?

SIR TERRY: I … I guess not, after all.  Doesn’t matter.  Well – are we off, then?

DEATH: YES. DO YOU KNOW, I’VE ALWAYS ENJOYED YOUR LITTLE STORIES.  ESPECIALLY THE ONES ABOUT THE NIGHT WATCH.

SIR TERRY:  Ah, you like Vimes, eh?

DEATH:  INDEED.  I LIKE A GOOD REDEMPTION STORY.

SIR TERRY: Well, thank you, of course, glad you enjoyed them.  So – what happens next?

DEATH: I TAKE YOU.  AFTER THAT, I HAVE NO IDEA.

SIR TERRY: Ah, well.  Nice to meet you, anyway.

DEATH: THE FEELING IS MUTUAL.

 

 

One of my heroes has left this world.

I am going to get drunk tonight and watch “Hogfather,” “Going Postal” and “The Color Of Magic.”