Raistlin doesn't need me anymore. I'm a drunken slob now.
I'm going to do some time travelling and become a god.(He does.)
Now that Raistlin is a god, everything is dead, including me. I will time travel and fix that.(He does.)
Raistlin, abandon your evil ways and come home with me.
I can't. I'm evil to the core.
Ok, I accept that. Just come home with me, then.
I can't. I'm dead.
Ok, I accept that.
We will now turn the series over to a bunch of lesser writers who will churn out book after book of mindless drek.(They DO, and it SUCKS.)