Oh, he’s a goner all right. Nudge, nudge. Wink, wink.
Say no more.
Condolences to his wife, Sarah… Gambolputty de von Ausfern Schplenden Schlitter Crasscrenbon Fried Digger Dangle Dungle Burstein von Knacker Thrasher Apple Banger Horowitz Ticolensic Grander Knotty Spelltinkle Grandlich Grumblemeyer Spelterwasser Kürstlich Himbleeisen Bahnwagen Gutenabend Bitte Eine Nürnburger Bratwustle Gerspurten mit Zweimache Luber Hundsfut Gumberaber Shönendanker Kalbsfleisch Mittler Raucher von Hautkopft of Ulm.
I was really surprised to hear this especially, since it’s not being widely reported.
Nonetheless, being an ardent Python fan it is sad to hear that another one has passed on. 
R.I.P. Terry
The best rat-bag woman in the business. Farewell.
I hope John Cleese does another eulogy. He tweeted out “two down, four to go” this morning.
Thank you, Mr. Jones; you done good. RIP.
That’s funny but it would been funnier if he added, “Oh, spiffy! Two down, four to go!”
Sad news, and sadder about his final years. He gave a lot of people a lot of pleasure.
He’s dead, but he’s not necessarily out of it.
From Stephen Fry https://twitter.com/stephenfry/status/1219968120686813184
Hear, hear!
Things I like wot Terry done:
Labyrinth
The Story Of One
Wind In The Willows
Life Of Brian
Holy Grail
This
Python, his work in history, all the shows, all the entertainment. A great is gone. Who else could have spoken of her son with such pride just before Mrs Niggerbaiter exploded?
You wouldn’t think such a thing was medically possible! :eek: :dubious: 
“Oh, don’t be so sentimental, Mother. Things explode every day.”
Barbarians
Crusades
Medieval Lives
A ton of great stuff.
That was unexpected.
Farewell and clear skies, Cardinal Biggles.
I hope he’s enjoying that Comfy Chair 'Way Up in the Sky.
Here’s Slate on tributes by the surviving Pythons and other bigshots: Terry Jones dead: Monty Python’s surviving members pay tribute.
In John Cleese’s autobiography, he writes of his repeated creative disagreements with Terry Jones, and how Jones would fight unceasingly for things to be done his way, and never express even the slightest self-doubt… Cleese remembers how exasperating it was but also (in retrospect) how useful the creative tension was.