I would like to think that Mr. Vonnegut died happy. He once said something, concerning his "retirement", that comforted me this morning when I found out. I will not put it in quotes, because I can rely only on my memory, but it was something to the effects of his feeling like a flower that, after blooming, is able to rest, believing that it had served some purpose.
Kurt Vonnegut's work changed my life. I feel today like I have lost a mentor.
Safe journey, Mr. Vonnegut. If we do indeed spend eternity reliving our lives again and again, I hope that yours proved to be pleasant.