This isn’t any great surprise, of course. It had to happen someday – unlike Dracula or Saruman, Sir Christopher was mortal – but even so, Red Molly and I are deeply saddened. We’ve loved so much of his work for so long, it’s almost like losing a friend.
So thank you for everything, Sir Christopher.
Thank you for the vampires.
Thank you for the aristocratic pagan cult leaders.
Thank you for the unexpectedly benevolent wizards.
(No seriously, when do you play the hero?)
And thank you for the wizards who should have been benevolent.
Thank you for all of the wonderful memories, and know that you will also be remembered as the World War II commando badass who told Peter Jackson what it sounds like when a man is stabbed in the back.
You died with the work finished. We can all only hope for the same. May Peter Cushing welcome you into the gates.
Rest in peace, Sir Christopher. And thanks for everything.