Terry Pratchett diagnosed with early-onset Alzheimer's. I am still kind of disbelieving. That's a stupid disease for such wonderfully intelligent man to have, the kind of thing that makes me want to grab the universe by the collar and tell it, no, that's not actually ironic or clever, when just this morning I was complaining jokingly about not having enough space for all his books and beaming over a copy of Hogfather.
I'm not crying yet, but when I do, it's going to be hard to stop.