Although a **** of an actor, a sad day.
I can see it now. Den standing behind the celestial bar, thinking of evil things to say to Angie when she dies.
Phil is in the corner playing a keyboard/drum contraption to the delight of every ‘heavenly’ body, drinking free beer and munching never ending packets of KP Salt and Vinegar peanuts.
In from the door bounds Peter Stringfellow, bringing in scantily clad nymphs to dance on your table for the price of a couple of prayers.
He truly is in a much better place.
RIP Den.