Not that it was unexpected of someone ninety-one years of age, but the fertile imagination of writer Ray Bradbury has been quenched by death. Bradbury is typically classified as a science fiction writer, but he seemed to style himself more as a writer of fantasy.
His Ray Bradbury Theater brought his imagination to the small screen. I own the complete series on DVD and enjoy watching these stories often. The movie adaptation of his Something Wicked This Way Comes stands as my personal favorite Bradbury tale, and from what I can tell is also a favorite of many lovers of fantasy and scary tales.
Hugh Hefner, who was known to use Bradbury's fiction in his Playboy magazine well stated that "he will be missed."
I often think about what a drab existence this world would be without the ability to take occasional flight from it through the medium fantasy. I also think imagination is wonderful and very constructive tool. Perhaps nothing is a bigger bore to me than the person whose thinking has become fossilized.
Rest in peace Mr. Bradbury.