[ OT ] I 'd like to take a moment to appreciate Sir Terry Pratchett .

Across the Disc a shudder was felt. 
 
 If anyone was to float through space alongside the Disc ( which would be quite a feat in itself and worthy of another story entirely. ) they would have seen the shudder flow. 
 
 It started just behind A'tuin's neck, like the shiver when a song peaks and drops, but colder. 
 
 The shudder moved across the great turtle's flippers, across the shell until it touched the base of the feet of the four. 
 
 The great elephants Berilia, Tubul, Great T'Phon, and Jerakeen trumpeted into the darkness of space, ears flapping. 
 
 Every city on the Disc stopped. 
 
 The drunks in ankh morpork stopped fighting, their ale spilling out of the great flagons carried by the now-silent barmaids. 
 
 Every animal in the water, air ( this proved to be quite the tragedy for a flock of seagulls due to conservation of momentum and other such silly ideas. ) or on the ground paused. 
 
 The vampires, werewolves and other creatures of the night, sniffed the air and their eyes drew to slits. 
 
 Every creature of magic or the mundane took their collective breath and sighed. 
 
 `` IS IT TIME?'' Death asked, almost hesitant to phrase something he had never needed to say since the beginning. 
 
 `` Well, I suppose it has to be now.'' said the bearded old man, pushing his spectacles back on his nose and smirking. 
 
 `` YOU DID N'T GIVE ME ANY WARNING YOU KNOW. I THINK I DESERVED AT LEAST A WARNING.'' 
 
 `` That would ruin the surprise, a surprise ending is important! Leaving it predictable can give a nice feeling but you get more from a shock than from a warm fluffy.'' 
 
 `` I DO N'T LIKE SURPRISES.'' 
 
 Death reached over to take the hand of the bearded old man. 
 
 `` DO YOU WANT TO SAY ANYTHING?'' 
 
 The bearded old man smiled, looking deep into the black sparkling voids where deaths eyes were. 
 
 `` Nothing to say now that the story is over.'' 
 
 They walked off. Death and the first God of the Disc, the author. The one who started the story. The one who was the story. 
 
 The Disc remained but there was no more story to tell. 
 

