Terry Jones, the founder of Monty Python, died today at the age of 77, after a long struggle with fronto temporal dementia.
I'm always going to have fond memories of Flying Circus (and, of course, The Holy Grail, which is the best King Arthur movie ever in its own way). Of watching the farewell tour in a cinema (and being the only two people in the theater willing to sing "Always look on the bright side of death.")
Comedy is a fine art, a subjective art, and Jones was brilliant. He was also a brilliant director and author, a lover of Medieval history, and an outsized figure who will likely be remembered even by people who can't quite place his name.
I won't say RIP, because that doesn't seem quite right.
Find the Holy Grail, Terry.
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