God and Kurt Vonnegut

Kurt Vonnegut, novelist and curmudgeon, died yesterday. His Slaughterhouse Five was an indictment of war, set partially in the midst of the World War II firebombing of Dresden.

I awoke this morning to the news of his passing on National Public Radio. The report concluded with these words of Vonnegut:

"If I should ever die, God forbid, let this be my epitaph:
'The only proof he needed for the existence of God was music.'"

Requiescat in pace.