I feel gutted, like I have lost part of myself.
 

It's just his last joke on the world. See, he had been selected as the guest of honor at a celebration of books in Indianapolis. Now he doesn't have to go.

And so it goes.

-- Badtux the Vonnegut-readin' Penguin
 

RIP.
 

I'm very sad. As a child of the turbulent and thoroughly delightful 60's and early 70's, Vonnegut was a popular element in our lives. Sardonic, wry, funny, intensely reflective, he had the ability to drive a nail directly into the heart of the matter and yet . . . somehow remain human and vulnerable and make the rest of us think, really think, about the stuff that really mattered then. And, not surprisingly, much of the things he mused so profoundly upon matter today,as well.
 

Who will fill the void? Isn't there supposed to be a continuim where one dies and one is born?

The NY Times said he coined "so it goes" as a popular phrase of the '60's. I am more endeared to his more succint phrase, "Go take a flying fuck at a rolling donut." It says so much.

Killgore Trout, I will miss you.