"AT LAST, SIR TERRY, WE MUST WALK TOGETHER,"


"Terry took Death’s arm and followed him through the doors and on to the black desert under the endless night."


"The End".


Just a quick thing I did in art rage. The world will miss your stories sir.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/entertain.....-arts-31858156

While he didn’t get his wish of sipping scotch in a summers garden then shaking hands with death, I can only hope Death is just how he envisioned in his books. Inevitable but not so terrible personification.