who twisted words into psychedelic pretzels and spun stories that smelled like jasmine, jalapeños, with a hint of mischief, has slipped beyond the veil of ordinary existence. If the afterlife has a happy hour, he is undoubtedly there, sipping a tequila sunrise while negotiating a deal with eternity.

Sure, it can write a beautiful obit. This is how it started …

Tom Robbins (1932–2024): A Man Who Rode the English Language Like a Barebacked Cosmic Cowboy