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Sometimes death becomes a man. Reaping the harvest. And sometimes existence prolongs when death gets out of job, allowing the span of someone's life, which is is only the core of somebody's real existence, to extend, allowing for more and more ripples.
Reaper Man was the first Discworld novel I ever read, and one of the ones I have read the most often, but I haven't read it since either my mother or Sir Pterry died.
It was good to read it again, after having known the grief of losing mom. Comforting. Such insight into death, and Death, and what it means to know that life has to come to an end. This remains one of my favorite Discworld Novels, and it is unquestionably one of the most profound.
But Terry always delivered even the hard lessons with a nice dose of laughter.
