Are we Hamlet and is DFW Yorick?

Last night I read the Rolling Stone article on DFW that the Abbot told me about and I was struck by the possibility that the ultimate jest of Infinite Jest is that we brood over the death of DFW in the way that Hamlet brooded over the death of Yorick. Hamlet held up the skull - we hold DFW's literature in our hands and ponder the death of something beautiful and the meaning of things:




Is it possible that DFW intended this all along?

I suppose though that I should finish dismembering his magnus opus before I start making such big conclusions...