AT LAST, SIR TERRY, WE MUST WALK TOGETHER.
Terry took Death's arm and followed him through the doors and on to the black desert under the endless night.
The End.
(I realized I misread this, it was by the arm, not the hand. It just shows you how my mind interpreted his passing)
But this is rather tragic we see people go like this. In the past few years we've seen many great talent leave this world. I think in the end it's not what you do, it's what you leave behind.