Ivan Ivanovich died. Like most people who die, he did not immediately realize that he had died. I woke up as usual, boiled coffee, and logged into Facebook using my old hand-held gadget. And froze. Because Facebook first of all reported that Ivan Ivanovich, this night, suddenly and unexpectedly, unexpectedly and untimely, died, that is, he died, that is, he is no longer alive, went completely offline and other slippers in the corner, flippers, in the box, finita la.