Give 'em hell, Mr. Vonnegut

The ranks of the afterlife just gained a cantankerous genius with the passing of Kurt Vonnegut. My dear friend Joe Casey had dog-eared copies of every Vonnegut novel up in Sweet Valley, and I spent many a weekend drinking strong, bitter coffee and reading equally strong, bitter but always spot-on-hilarious prose. Many obits are including the following from God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater, appropriately so:

Hello, babies. Welcome to Earth. It’s hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It’s round and wet and crowded. At the outside, babies, you’ve got about a hundred years here. There’s only one rule that I know of, babies — ‘God damn it, you’ve got to be kind.’

Here's a list of his works, and a guide to his canon from writer Dave Eggers.