When I was a kid I used to spend hours in the bookstore looking through Giger artbooks; he was my first introduction to things like body horror and the surrealist aesthetic. I was always really fascinated with his sketches of the arm-leg people and the pyramids that shot things into the sky like some kind of strange, Lovecraftian gun.

Obviously it took me a few more years to really understand some of the symbolism going on there. But still.

This week, the world is just a little bit less creepy. And that’s sad.

Good night, sir, and may you find in death the peaceful sleep you never had in life.