They're dropping like flies. Yesterday, it was Ustinov, today we lose two: John Sack, who wrote for Esquire, and French novelist Robert Merle. (At press time, the only thing running on Merle is the AP story. But if you have the French for it, there's a fine site here.)
UPDATE: Sarah reminisces about Sack, and makes me feel awful for being the bearer of bad news.