Ray Bradbury, our favorite American author, fabulist, science fictioneer, screenwriter (John Huston's Moby Dick!), and all-around icon of the weird and wondrous, has passed away at the age of 91. Halloween will never quite be the same again.
We'll pen a more lengthy eulogy soon enough, but for now, we're re-re-re-reading The Martian Chronicles, renting Something Wicked This Way Comes, and hoping that our other favorite Ray – that'd be Bradbury's good friend Mr. Harryhausen – isn't planning on exiting for the land beyond beyond anytime soon. All the dinosaurs and rocket ships in the world should be draped in black crepe today.
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