Yesterday evening I was informed, via a friend’s Facebook status update, of the passing of the great Sir Terry Pratchett.. Like most of his fans, we knew this day would come inevitably given his fight against a rather nasty and tenacious form of Alzheimer’s. However, even the most prepared among us are never truly prepared for death. It was while sneaking around in my older sister’s room as a teenager that I came across his fourth Discworld Novel “Mort”. Usually my nefarious raids in my sister’s room resulted in impromptu make up sessions or coming across a hidden stash of biltong (yum). This time it resulted in me falling in love.