First, his musical protege Michael Jackson decided he couldn't stop when he had enough, stopped breathing and ended his recording career.
Then today, the magazine he founded 16 years ago with Time Inc., although he sold it a long time ago, went to join Tupac Shakur, Ol Dirty Bastard, and Notorious B.I.G. in the Reaper's crib. Big ass flat screen TV, stereo system with 5 foot subwoofers, and Sub Zero fridge to store recent arrivals.
I'm trying to book Rev. Al Sharpton for a public memorial but they don't have news crews where the Reaper lives, so he won't come.