Yes, today Mr. Vonnegut has gone to the big Slaughterhouse in the sky. Or he hasn’t gone anywhere. He was a self-proclaimed religious skeptic (isn’t everybody), so I suppose it’s just as likely that he’s hanging out somewhere between Time and Timbuktu. Who knows.
I will say that I am very appreciative of his work and saddened by his passing. While Kurt Vonnegut lived it made me feel that there was still greatness alive in the world of literature. His death leaves a void that is impossible to fill.