I got into Terry Pratchett in 2004, with "Thud!" It was the humor I was looking for: quick on its feet, relevant for all times, and engrossing from cover to cover. When he passed in 2015, I put this post out:
"And the Discworld lowered as the four elephants took a knee, in prayer for their fallen creator, and the World Turtle stopped floating in space, wondering where it would go to now."
Bugger.
I am still saddened every time I am reminder that there will be no new Pratchett this year, or any other.