Death and the high cost of living

So, rather morbidly I was thinking about deaths on the way home. You'll probably be relieved to hear I mean fictional deaths (no, work hasn't got to me that much) and how some fictional deaths transcend normality to become a world of their own. There's some classic examples of fictional deaths and I was wondering which stuck out in my mind. I was trying to think of some examples of what could be called, in rather bad taste, great deaths.

Of course, there are the classics, like Ophelia slowly drifting out to sea. I'd class Nathan Lane and Lee Evan's father in Mouse Hunt being catapulted into the sewers as a classic if he hadn't been dead already. Then there's Tara in Buffy, whose death was outstanding in it banality. How about Piggy in Lord of the Flies, squashed like a bug? How about Private Pyle? Of course, horror movies are full of them, but that's kind of the point.

Of course, someone like Roald Dahl would have to be the king of the memorable deaths (eaten by an angry rhinoceros, glued to a tree, poisoned with cyanide and stuffed) but I'm also partial to Tom Sharpe, especially the death of Lionel Zipser in Porterhouse Blue.

Who, in the grip of a repressed obsession with his middle-aged bedder, is encouraged by the chaplain of the ancient college of Porterhouse to go out and sow his wild oats. And who, after much drunken confusion finds himself confined to college in the possession of ten gross of condoms and in desperation to dispose of them before the bedder discovers them, strikes upon the plan of inflating the with gas and floating them away up the chimney. The plan comes unstuck when said plump bedder sneaks into his room, seduces him and turns on the gas fire, whereafter the inflated condoms that have been trapped in the chimney explode, wiping out Zipser, Mrs Biggs and the college's ancient bull-tower all in one stroke, just at the peak of Zipser's bliss.

So, what about everyone else? What other "classic deaths" stick in your mind in the world of fiction?