Damn. 
One less quirky mind to brighten our lives. And now, perhaps, we have only Red Dwarf left – and those two haven’t been together for years.
Damn.
Well, there goes my bright, cheery day shot to hell.
Goodbye, Mr. Adams. Thanks for the wonderful work.
Oh. My. God. I am so saddened right now… I guess we’re lucky to have him as long as we did. Make that a third
Damn.
Damn, damn, damn. Too soon, way way too soon.
I can only hope his heart gave out from the shock of him falling from an upper-story window, and missing the ground.
How terrible.
I’m constantly shocked by the fact that brilliant, wonderful people like this dying at such young ages, while total turds like the Ayatollah Khomeini seem to live forever.
RIP Mr. Adams. You were one of a kind in the best possible way.
oh my.
Well, another life lived too quickly… I sure hope this means his work here was done. Thanks always, Mr Adams, and may you rest in peace.
But wait! He can’t die! He hasn’t been shot at on Savromula Beta yet!
Oh man. I read and re-read the Hitchhiker’s Trilogy over and over and over when I was in high scool. His stuff played a major role in the formation of my sense of humour…ack, it feels so weird to be eulogising for him. Douglas freaking Adams…and by all accounts he still had so much on his plate that he was working on. Can we please have him back now, god?
Damn. He got me through a bad summer with his books.
Well, let’s hoist a Guinness in his honor.
Okay…jokes over guys?! Riiiiiiiiight! Sure… Douglas Adams died! Yeah… funny funny…hahahahahahaha big joke!
sigh It’s not a joke. I just read the obit in the NY Times. double sigh
Here’s to you, Mr. Adams! With the hopes that you’re sitting at a specially reserved table at “The Restuarant at the End of the Universe” sipping on fine wines as the Universe implodes for your pleasure with an eternally revolving bar tab.
I’m stunned. He was so young! And had such cool plans! And was just a great guy all round!
This sucks
Double Sucks
Aw crap. Only 49?
He really knew where his towel was…
At least he made it to 42.
I meant to add a at the very least to the OP.
This means I have an excuse to read his books again. Like I ever needed an excuse.
This must be Thursday. I never could get the hang of Thursdays.
It was probably the damn mice – they always gave me the screamin’ heebie-jeebies.
Dammit.
I’m sure there’s a clean spot on this towel I can weep into.
Good God. This really, really, bites the big one. I’m struck speechless…
God rest ye, Mr. Adams.
cranks up the Eagles’ Journey of the Sorcerer
Damn, blast and bugger … how bloody depressing.
So long Mr Adams, mind you I’d like to see your encounter with the deskbot at the Pearly Gates … don’t forget to ask for an upgrade.