I guess that it was inevitable; but it is still quite sad. Ray Bradbury, the author of more fantastic stories than most anyone else in the twentieth century, is dead at ninety-one. I managed to see him a few time over the years at lecture tours and book-signings; and the last was in Santa Monica two or three years ago, while working in Long Beach. The guy delivered an hour-long, largely extemporaneous speech without a hitch -- or a teleprompter.
I'll always remember the advice he gave an audience when I was a kid; it was an epigraph, a quote he used from Juan Ramón Jiménez for Fahrenheit 451, "If they give you ruled paper, write the other way . . ."
Also, it was a strangely fitting end for the author -- given the historic transit of venus . . .