IN 2016, 92-YEAR-OLD SUMNER REDSTONE — whose health, depending on whose court documents you read, is either considerably or overwhelmingly impaired — will likely die. If that comes to pass, the dramas of his operatic final years, arguably even more extreme than in all the years of dynastic, legal, personal and business dramas that preceded them, will, in the view of many, hardly come to an end.
Over poached salmon with a scented broth the other day at New York’s Four Seasons Grill Room, where Redstone once often dined (and which, with the termination of its lease, will come to its own end in 2016), another Redstone-era mogul told me, “Sumner’s game is control, of dominating everybody around him. I doubt he’ll want to give that up just because he’s…