And now, as his father uses the death of his son to promote his new record label, many of us are reflecting on what the guy meant to us all.
Her faux shocked expression in the green room did little to mask the truth: that Big Brother is well and truly on it's last legs.
It certainly wasn't the cheery punch-me-in-the-face car salesman greeting you expect to receive on entering their domain.
Pulling such stunts in any other job in Britain would see them out on their ear without as much as their pencil sharpner to keep as a momento.
Having spent many hours fantasising about owning a Nord Stage or one of the top of the range Rolands, I had an unsual bout of sensibleness and realised that I neither required nor could afford such extravagance.