Gary Gygax, co-creator of the Dungeons & Dragons game system, has died at age 69.
He has failed his saving throw; there was no 20th-level cleric around to resurrect him; he is even now journeying along the silver cord that connected his worldly body to the Astral Plane, no doubt to find rest in one of the several heavens the D&D planar system made available to us. (I'm thinking maybe Valhalla. Elysium sounds a wee bit too boring for a man of his ilk.)
Thanks, Mr. Gygax, for introducing me and millions of other overly bookish, highly imaginative kids to the joys of polyhedral dice, exquisitely painted miniatures and reams of regulations setting out everything from the types of non-player characters one could encounter in a typical town ("01-06: Trollop. 07-10: Doxy. 11-15: Madam.") to the exact speed at which a two-handed sword could be swung by a paladin while under the combined effects of haste and cause fear spells. Your legacy lives on in thousands of basements, dragon tapestry-bedecked living rooms and grottyish gaming shops around the globe.
And my sprogs still thoroughly enjoy paging through my old (original, even!) Monster Manual and Dungeon Master's Guide. Another generation will grow up fascinated by world mythology and miscellaneous arcana thanks to you.