The Glorious Leader of the world's most insane state, North Korea, has croaked, as in "kicked the bucket," cashed in his chips, assumed room temperature, bit the dust, bought the farm, fell off his perch, handed in his dinner pail and went west.
And with all that exertion, it's no wonder. The man's dead. Kaput. Past his expiration date. Food for worms. Through. Finished. Washed up.
Now the only question is, will Kim Jong Il Jr. be just as nuts as dad?