Redscharlasch says this so well.
Well, stop all the stopwatches, throw away the coffee pot, and let the Weevils wear black overalls. Ianto Jones is dead.
On the fourth day of a five-day story, just when I thought it was safe to put off worrying about his dramatically imminent demise until tomorrow. Perhaps I should have guessed -- especially after all that (Day) Four-shadowing. At least I had some tissues in the house.
My poor Welsh sweetheart, loyal as loyal and brave as brave, and believing in Jack just a stupid, stupid amount, far more than Jack does himself, or probably deserves.
Let the record show: he died with his tie straight.