Oh Waily, Waily, Waily

Alas, our time has ended.  And what a beautiful and heartbreaking way.  This was an ending and a beginning.  It was almost as tear-inducing as the final tweet for Pratchett:  ALAS, SIR TERRY, WE MUST WALK TOGETHER, writ all in caps in the voice of Death.  The most devastating part — aside from the one I dare not spoil — was the afterword detailing the four or five stories Pratchett had planned that will never see the light of the Disc.  I’m sad that it’s over.  And now it’s turtles all the way down from here.