I helped the estate of Douglas Adams today to determine their Internet needs now that DNA himself is gone.

The last thing I did as a result of that task was to remove his name from the account, and delete all things named DNA from our systems.

He's really gone, and a few tears trickle down my face at the thought. I didn't think it would sneak up on me like this. I only met the man once, and shared more than a few chuckles with him on the phone. That's not enough to provoke this kind of reaction, is it? Is it?

I guess it is.