A forgotten town, choked in dust. You've been here many times before. But none step down from this tour bus, you won't come around here no more. Read about Tom Petty here
I saw her; an old swamp duck squawking through the drizzle of a Manchester sky, circling the sooty chimneys, turning away across the Red Rec. Read about Elizabeth Dawn here
Who said 'We start with three lives; the one we dream of, the one we fear, the one we live'? Sorry William, lights out. read about William G. Stewart here
No song without dance, no crack unwise, no phrase that wouldn't catch. Nothing lower than an ace: To have known you, nice. Read about Bruce Forsyth here
The call goes out for a small-time hood, a scalp-hunter, a rogue, lovable or louche but they're so hard to find, harder by the day. read about Hywel Bennett here
[This Otwituary has been censored. Its author is under house arrest. Anyone circulating it will be subject to arrest and imprisonment]. Read about Liu Xiaobo here
At the word herbidacious the gate opens; a man steps through, duffled, marmalade-flecked. Handwritten label pleads Please look after this writer. Read about Michael Bond here
So many ways to go; the unopened parachute, the mangled bobsled, the rogue elephant. Instead, the fading steps of a man, following his dog. Read about John Noakes here
This morning brought me no euphoria; the sun off sick with melancholia. A voice I thought to be unstoppable tails off into the superunknowable. Read about Chris Cornell here
When the bell rings and it's time to go I will remember you; a crafty smirk, a smoking nib, a style that was never too cool for school. Read about Leo Baxendale here