Since he's leading such a vibrant, wonderful social life, it could just be the case that he won't go anywhere when he dies.
Plan B: He'll probably go to Marks & Spencer to buy himself a fitting outfit.
I'd vote for plan C: he'll go right into the charts top positions, and on the cover of the music magazines. That will be a time for sloppy journalism (again), and re-issue, re-package, re-copy, re-paste and re-edit.
Hell, indeed.
Oh the rhythm of life.