And then today, I got to wake up to the news that Terry Pratchett had died. I confess, I found myself shedding a few tears at that, which I didn't when I read about Nimoy. I think maybe it's because my brain is simply incapable of processing the idea of a world without Spock, whereas the thought of no more Discworld novels hits home all too easily. (Then again, maybe it's just lack of sufficient sleep making me feel more vulnerable to such things. Unlike Nimoy's greatest creation, I do not have control over my emotions.)
Dammit. Talented, likeable people who bring us, or help to bring us, wonderful, meaningful, entertaining stories should not be allowed to leave us, slow or fast.
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