Die, Di.

In what way is the fact that this vacuous clothes horse is still dead, news? Had she been some chav from a council estate, killed when her drunken boyfriend smashed up his car, she'd have been forgotten long since, and rightly so.

Get lives, people. You didn't know her (in reality, she was of course a neurotic, promiscuous air-head with poor choice in friends) and she didn't know you. And even if she had, she wouldn't have cared about you.