RIP Lovecraft

67 years ago on this day, the world lost Howard Phillips Lovecraft to intestinal cancer, and chances are pretty good that, at the time, not too many thought much about it; he'd never published a true book, his stories were scattered through various pulp magazines, his resources were nonexistent, and his friends were few.  Only later, through the work of the few friends he DID have (namely August Derleth and Donald Wandrei) did his stories and writings get the press they deserved, and he became the most influential horror writer ever.

Take a moment out of your day to think on him, and offer your thanks for all that he did, and all that came after as a result of his influence.

Rest easy, Howard.  Out here, you live forever.