Heroes lost

not sure why Im upside down

You know your old when your dear friends start rattling off their mortal coils.
In one week we have lost the inventor of the vulcan death grip and Ankh Morpork.
The world is a smaller place indeed:
And now all I have to say in way of a lasting memorium to Terry and Leanard are the immortal words from 4 weddings and a funeral:

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good