It would sadden me.
So. Anyway.
Can you imagine Morrissey's grave site? My goodness, the scrawled tributes on the tomb, the bushels of flowers, the snowdrifts of poems-- it would instantly make it the rival of Wilde's tomb (or Jim Morrison's, his Parisian neighbor). The only question is where? I'd have thought maybe France, like Wilde, but now Morrissey is one of Britain's top three living idols so he can't play the exile card anymore.
But he should paraphrase one of Wilde's final quips in his last, sparkling plagiarism before the quiff falls forever: "I am dying as I have lived, underdocumented".
Wherever he entertains the worms, let's all thank our lucky stars he had the good sense not to die in a bathtub in Hollywood.