Terry Pratchett is one of my favorite authors. He was not only a great author, but also a “original character” himself.

It seems like one of his last wishes was that nobody should “finish” and publish the books he was still working on. Although he could not use a computer anymore himself, he was dictating texts for several books, as long as he was still able to do that, due to his Alzheimer disease.

Now his last wish was fulfilled. The hard disk of his last computer was crushed with a steam roller.

Terry Pratchett’s unfinished novels crushed by a steamroller

What I really like with this story is that despite these modern commercialized times, this last obligation was indeed fulfilled by one of his closest friends.