This is my lasting tribute to a great man and a literary giant, Douglas Adams, who died suddenly following a heart attack on the 11th of May, 2001...he was far too young.
Douglas Adams, Galactic Hitchhiking God and author of the cult classic science-fiction comedy The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, has died at the age of 49 and taken the light from all our lives.
I hope someone will remember to bury his towel (A towel is about the most massively useful thing and interstellar hitchhiker...or an astral traveller...can have) and his copy of the Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy (with the soothing words DON'T PANIC on the front) with him so he has it in his afterlife travels.
Remember him folks, I know I always will. On my shelf, right in the middle between Salvatore and Rice I have a prominent spot that is filled with the musings of Douglas Adams, the Hitchhikers Trilogy...all 5 books of it and I've enjoyed many many hours with them, laughing at the exploits of the 2-headed, 3-armed former president of the Galaxy, Zaphod Beeblebrox and the perfectly normal Arthur Dent and Ford Prefect the out of work actor who was really an alien in disguise with his perfectly normal Human name that really isn't and even our depressed robotic friend Marvin whos diodes hurt all down one side and of course, the Starship Heart of Gold with it's infinite improbability drive that made wonderfully weird things happen. I loved them all and I will miss the prolific mind that generated such beautiful things.
I have to run out now and find a copy of Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency and The Long Dark Teatime of the Soul so I can read more Douglas Adams. I and millions of others will miss you...I suppose you know the real question now...but we all know the answer (42).
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