I'm going to ruminate for a while on the dramatic irony and philosophical implications of a death-game author dying mid-story.
The pious part of me wants to say something like, "a reminder that we should not make light of death". The nihilist part of me thinks it's honestly pretty damn funny. Some wiser and more compassionate part of me knows that I shouldn't get too caught up in the shallow comparison and certainly shouldn't laugh and point fingers; there was much more to this person I don't know than their authorship, a living human has passed on and will be sorely missed by those close to them. And the reader in me just says: "Wow, that's one hell of a plot-twist. Hard to top, really."