I remember when that happened.
It was right in the middle of one of P-J Comix's most-excellent DUmmie FUnnies; whatever the topic had been, it had been of great interest, but then whoops, in the middle of it the primitive keeled over, and his mother, reaching over the body, informed Skins's island (as her son's account was still logged on, and it was obvious what he had been doing) before she did anything else.
Everybody on the DUmmie FUnnies immediately forgot all about the DUmmie FUnnies and commented on that instead.
In the hours and days to follow, Fat Che then launched a "movement" to get primitives to attend the memorial service (in Indianapolis, if I recall correctly), probably hoping to make some bucks hiring a charter bus and charging primitives windfall fares. My fellow alum Skins got involved, and there were some primitives who actually went to Indianapolis for the farewell.