*Grins* Yeah.

I don't think it would go down quite like that. If Mr Ellison, if ANYONE, walked on stage in front of a few hundred sci-fi convention goers and said "It is a good day to die, my son." five'll get you ten that almost all of the room will shout out "Kap'lah!" like the pavolvian cat-scan-flatlines they are.
It's dissapointing to think of Harlan Ellison dying. I always assumed he'd end up as one of three fates. He would either be cryogenicly frozen, killed by nuclear or zombie disaster, or most likely: become a murder victim of entire _cabals_ of business/entertainment boardmembers that he ferreted out just so as to anger.

Oh... I doubt he's dying yet. Doubtless he's not in good health. The photo I put in the PDF file with the article was from a number of years ago. He looks much older, much fatter, and far less healthier than that in more recent photos. But I would imagine he's no more likely to die than any other 76 year old slob is. Which is to say he could live another five minutes or another 15 years.

Or a disgruntled fan, like Appin Dungannon in Sharyn McCrumb's Bimbos of the Death Sun lol.

The efforts of a group of fans, even if successful, would be a cluster of failure worthy of the death of Mata Hari. And all outlined in lurid detail in the missing Chapter 13. :)
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Depends on the individual. My Uncle Philip is in his 80s, and is cheerfully determined to live to 101.