Terry Pratchett was one of my heroes. His books made me laugh out loud in all sorts of embarrassing places and gave me more sheer joy than is entirely proper. The world is much less jolly without him. It's also less kind and less angry about injustice. If anyone understood the Ealing comedy idea of standing up for the little guy and girl (and troll and dwarf and vampire) it was him. He will be hugely missed. His books will still be hugely loved.