When last seen, he looked like he was done for. Gregethor, the scene-stealing bearded shopkeeper from the enormously successful parody Skyrim 2012, was getting blasted in the stomach by his own Staff of Lightning. It appeared to be a fatal blow. I was so distraught I re-rolled a Breton in Gregethor's honor.
I got sucked back into Skyrim this week. My first playthrough didn't get very far; I was tromping around as a Nord warrior, and it didn't really connect me to my choices, and my choices to the story, as much as I would have preferred.