"And in other news, Haikuro Niyami is assumed dead." the little TV blared, showing a smalltown reporter standing in front of what was formerly a house, now just a set of black debris. "We've not found a body, but many are assuming it was burnt with the rest of the home, and he has not been found anywhere in the town. His house was struck by lightning at two oh-four last night, and the fire department was not called for several hours. He'll be missed a great deal, as the man was not just a game designer that moved to the town-he was a philantropist who believed in improving small-town life in the states whenever he could, using his limited wealth to fund school projects, new homes, and in one notable case, even inviting the needy to his home to live until they could get back on his feet."
The TV droned on, left alive in the quiet lobby where the manager of the hotel was watching raptly as it went on with funeral details and the further accomplishments of the game designer. After a while he began speaking in a southern tone. "I remember him. Japanese fella, kinda short. Nice guy. Polite, but he didn' speak English real good. He had a heckuva time first time we met...poor guy. I wonder what happened to his dog? Beautiful dog. A healthy Dalmation, named Pongo after the one in the hundred-and-one Dalmations."
The others who were in the lobby would hear every word, and it was likely that at least some of RPGWWcon would be there.