Why I like Terry Pratchett ?

well .. the books are so very funny .. took me a couple of books to get addicted .. ironic, dripping with satire, great characters and all such a parody of a life normal that we are used to .. a parallel Universe..
Just a sample below that I liked .. from one of my favourite books .. The Reaper Man .. its about the grim reaper .. or DEATH .. and how the "auditors" try to put him into retirement.
anyways .. the sampler

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'That's 'oo I am, ' said Mrs Cake.
'Am I addressing Mrs Cake?' said Windle.
'Yes, oi, know,' said Mrs Cake.
'My name's Windle Poons.'
'Oi knew that, too.'
'I'm a wizard, yoysee -'
'All right, but see you wipes your feet.'
'May I come in?'
Windle Poons paused. He replayed the last few lines of conversation in
the clicking control room of his brain. And then he smiled.
'That's right, ' said Mrs Cake.
'Are you by any chance a natural clairvoyant?'
'About ten seconds usually, Mr Poons.'
Windle hesitated.
'You gotta ask the question,' said Mrs Cake quickly.
'I gets a migraine if people goes and viciously not asks questions after
I've already foreseen 'em and answered 'em.'
'How far into the future can you see, Mrs Cake?'
She nodded.
'Roight, then,' she said, apparently mollified, and led the way through the
hall into a tiny sitting-room.
'And the bogey can come in, only he's got to leave 'is door outside and go
in the cellar. I don't hold with bogeys wanderin' around the house.'

'Gosh, it's ages since I've been in a proper cellar,' said Schleppel.
'It's got spiders in it,' said Mrs Cake.
'Wow!'
'And you'd like a cup of tea,' said Mrs Cake to Windle. Someone else
might have said 'I expect you'd like a cup of tea', or 'Do you want a cup of
tea?' But this was a statement.
'Yes, please, ' said Windle. 'I 'd love a cup of tea.'
'You shouldn't,' said Mrs Cake.'That stuff rots your teeth.'
Windle worked this one out.
'Two sugars, please,' he said.
' It's all right.'
'This is a nice place you have here, Mrs Cake,' said Windle, his mind
racing. Mrs Cake's habit of answering questions while they were still forming
in your mind taxed the most active brain.
'He's been dead for ten years,' she said.
'Er,' said Windle, but the question was already there in his larynx, 'I trust
Mr Cake is in good health?'
'It's OK. Oi speaks to him occasional,' said Mrs Cake.
'I'm sorry to hear that,' said Windle.
'All right, if it makes you feel any better.'
'Um, Mrs Cake? I'm finding it a little confusing. Could you . . . switch off . .
. your precognition . . . ?'
She nodded.
'Sorry. Oi gets into the habit of leavin' it on,' she said, 'what with there
only bein' me an' Ludmilla and One-Man-Bucket. He's a ghost,' she added.'Oi
knew you was goin' to ask that.'
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