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Kurt Vonnegut, the prolific and sometimes quirky writer, essayist, anti-war advocate, and all around funny guy, has died at 84. He is probably the closest thing we had to a modern day Mark Twain.

“Robert Kennedy, whose summer home is eight miles from the home I live in all year round,” Mr. Vonnegut wrote at the end of the book [“Slaughterhouse-Five,”] “was shot two nights ago. He died last night. So it goes.

“Martin Luther King was shot a month ago. He died, too. So it goes. And every day my Government gives me a count of corpses created by military science in Vietnam. So it goes.”

Here is an earlier Rolling Stone piece on him. So it goes.