Goddamn. We mourn the gut-punching loss of singular songwriter, storyteller, good ole boy and lovely human being John Prine, whose deep, wry, bittersweet songs of real life helped so many get through so much. The world feels emptier without his plain-spoken wit and grace and gift of being the saddest and funniest guy in the room by "saying the thing without ever saying the thing." A fan: "Thanks for being so much more than we could ever deserve." Yeah this old man is goin' to town.