After having inspired millions, having fallen hopelessly in love with somebody who loved you back . . . falling for each other again every day for twenty years, having played at your chosen work as long and as hard as you chose, having declared "I am as I should be," and having earned a Pullitzer Prize to boot.
Note to my survivors: If my life looks anything like Ebert's (and thank you Lord it does, sans Pullitzer and the inspiring of millions), when I die, do not say I fought a battle.