Today is the 75th anniversary of the death of H.P. Lovecraft, and I can’t help but think that he would be fascinated that his creations still spawn so much interest. I can not think of a better way to celebrate his death — it is Lovecraft after all — than losing your mind playing Call of Cthulhu: The Wasted Land. I have to admit that I was totally addicted to this game for weeks, playing on my morning and evening commutes (don’t worry, I take trains), at night before going to bed and any stray moments I could find in-between.
The Lovecraft eZine reprints his obituary from the local paper:
Funeral services for Howard Phillip Lovecraft, student and writer of fiction, who died yesterday at Jane Brown Memorial Hospital, will be held Thursday at 12 o’clock in the chapel of Horace B. Knowles’s Sons, 187 Benefit Street. Burial will be in the family plot in Swan Point Cemetery. He was 46.