The author of Fahrenheit 451 has died aged 91.

I presume he will be cremated.

I've previously derided these threads, but I loved pretty much all of Bradbury's stuff. Dandelion Wine, Something Wicked..., Fahrenheit 451, Martian Chronicles are great, and at his best one of the very best short story writers ever (I'd say of the sort of short story I like only Richard Matheson compares).

I also loved his explanation for why, when given the chance to meet Laurel and Hardy, his all-time heroes, he decided not to because he wanted to remember them as he imagined them, not as they actually were.

This reminded me that I've never read any. Must rectify.