Last night I was given a fortune cookie. The English side was a little harsh:

“Enjoy your own company. If you don’t, who will?”

But the French side was sexay:

“Il faut savoir se plaire à soi-même. Sinon, qui d’autre peut le faire?”

… because Gary Gygax has appparently gone to meet his player. Yes, the honcho of hack-and-slash has failed his final saving throw, and the dungeon crawl has lost the head of its pantheon.

No word on how he died, but I’m assuming it was a band of flumphs led by a tarrasqolich. Oh, and apparently he made a last-minute edit to the “religion” field of his CS as he saw the end approaching. No comment.