I still remember the day in sixth grade when Asimov died. Today I closed out my ER shift with a bit of news that set a somber tone...
Goodbye, Kurt Vonnegut.
I read Man Without A Country to my husband and infant daughter on the way home from a family gathering, just this Saturday. My grandfather gave it to me.
And one short paragraph is particularly apropos:
I am, incidentally, Honorary President of the American Humanist Association, having succeeded the late, great science fiction writer Isaac Asimov in that totally functionless capacity. We had a memorial service for Isaac a few years back, and I spoke and said at one point, "Isaac is up in heaven now." It was the funniest thing I could have said to an audience of humanists. I rolled them in the aisles. It was several minutes before order could be restored. And if I should ever die, God forbid, I hope you will say, "Kurt is up in heaven now." That's my favorite joke.