Kurt Vonnegut is dead.

[ShadowDucky]

www.nytimes.com/2007/04/11/books/11cnd-vonnegut.html?_r=2&hp&oref=slogin&oref=slogin

Kurt Vonnegut is dead.

I'm in a fair bit of shock myself, as he was one of my favorite authors (I even did my senior thesis on him).

Obviously, he was an old man, etc etc etc . . . but he was so powerful as to seem near-immortal, at least to me. His books are so random and yet so powerful.

A friend and I are planning a memorial service for him (one that'll be deeply ironic, of course, and mostly involve burning things), but I'm reeling a bit from hearing this.

For those that don't know, Vonnegut was an American novelist, one who wrote books largely focused on anti-war, and on the meaning of existence as viewed through humor. His books are all fairly short and definitely worth reading - I encourage you to read them.

So it goes . . .

[Taika of Narfell]

I'll staple one of the school's copies of Slaughterhouse 5 to the dean's door in his memory.

...

Okay, maybe I won't, but still...

May he rest in peace. Vonnegut, that is - not the dean.

[Betrayer Of Hope]

I haven't read any of the man's books, but anyone that can fully see the pessimisms of life and view them through a scope of humor has my utmost respect.

But he has not really died, has he? He's an author, therefore, he is immortal. He lives on through his words, something that very few of us can brag of.

*Raises glass*