Cohen wasn't my poet the way he was yours, but I held his work in considerable affection and greater esteem. (And, I should check out his novels, shouldn't I?)

When it comes to celebrating his life, I think it's worth adding he went out very shortly after releasing a final record, which is more than most artists are lucky enough to achieve. (I'm reminded of another Montreal Jew, Mordecai Richler, whose last novel, Barney's Version, might have been his best.)

P.S. I'm listening to You Want It Darker as I type this, and I think I might need to cry a little in a minute.