My cousin, Alan, has died.
He has ceased to be, bereft of life, he rests in peace, he has kicked the bucket, hopped the twig, bit the dust, snuffed it, breathed his last, and gone to meet the High Mucky-Muck in the sky. And you know what I have to say about that? Good riddance to him, the freeloading bastard! I hope he fries!