I know a dead Potter when I see one, and I'm looking at one right now. This Potter is no more. He had ceased to be. He’s expired and gone to meet his maker. This is a late Potter. It’s a stiff. Bereft of life, he rests in peace. He's stone dead. His metabolic processes are now history! He's rung down the curtain and joined the choir invisible. This is an ex-Potter.