Terry Jones, one of the founding members of Monty Python, passed away last week. Man, it just hasn’t been a good decade for British humorists named Terry, has it? But much like Terry Pratchett before him, Jones was suffering from progressive dementia, and in Jones’ case it was already to the point six months ago that he couldn’t really speak or otherwise communicate effectively. I would feel like a prisoner in my own body. Death may have been a relief for him. It’s therefore best (in my opinion) not to be sad for his shuffling off of this mortal coil but to celebrate the legacy he leaves behind, and wow what a career that was! I admit when I was a kid he was the Python I was most prone to ignoring or overlooking, but when you realize that he was more or less the guy who got the films directed as good as they were, herding his fellow funny men through the hurdles of production while somehow keeping the frenetically absurd Python humo(u)r intact… Terry Jones was a Talent with a capital T and his work will continue to bring belly laughs for generations to come. He may be gone now, but we’re definitely the better for him having been around.