He died in front of a typewriter with a blank piece of paper in it.
Steve at
Hog On Ice has written the perfect Hunter S. Thompson obituary.
A few sample paragraphs -- I am cherry picking -- read the entire thing if you are interested, it is good!
First quote is from Anita Thompson, 35 years younger than HST, the rest is from Steve:
She also said, "This is a triumph of his, not a desperate, tragic failure."
Lady, trust me, "desperate, tragic failure" is EXACTLY what this was. People with satisfying lives don't shoot themselves in the mouth.
Why is it that when a foolish person with rabid fans dies in a foolish, disgraceful way, the fans try to turn it into some sort of triumph?
Fat women in stretch pants say, "God needed a new tenor in the heavenly choir, so he called Elvis home." Elvis was grotesquely obese and full of drugs when he rolled off the toilet and died naked on the bathroom floor without getting a chance to wipe himself. And his tongue was bitten nearly through. And he died from straining because he was constipated. I doubt God was involved in that.
Steve closes with these comments:
In the liberal world, up is down and left is right. Dope is good; the Bible is bad. VD sufferers are heroes; soldiers are baby-killers. And now suicide is a personal victory, to be celebrated with glasses of Chivas while blood is still clotting on the ceiling above you.
If winners kill themselves, I am content to be a failure.
Read the
entire thing here
Posted by DaveH at February 25, 2005 11:38 PM