You didn't really expect Hunter S. Thompson would let age, illness or infirmity slowly sap the life from him.
After all, in "What Lured Hemingway to Ketchum?," which he wrote for The National Observer in 1964, Thompson concluded of Papa: "He was an old, sick and very troubled man, and the illusion of peace and contentment was not enough for him...
So finally, and for what he must have thought the best of reasons, he ended it with a shotgun."It wouldn't be accurate to say Thompson had a death wish. Just the opposite: He was the self-described "champion of fun."
As Paul Perry, one of his biographers put it: "He rides the edge at high speed while engaging in a mix of raucous verbal and gestural antics: hoax, legerdemain, gargantuan exaggeration, buffoonery, conscious alteration, threat, insult... He gets people hooked on him because he's fun, irresistible, liberating, infectious."But once the fun was over, Thompson often made clear, he wasn't going to stick around and watch the janitors sweep up...
Like Hemingway's, though, it was a quieter end that Thompson chose Sunday afternoon, alone, at his ranch. Thompson "took his life with a gunshot to the head," his wife and son said in a statement released to the Aspen Daily News. He was 67...
Rather than the "old, sick and very troubled man" he saw in the latter-day
Hemingway, many will remember Thompson with the epitaph he bestowed on Acosta: "Too weird to live, too rare to die."
And always, dancing beneath the diamond sky, with one hand waving
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Not to mention that he said he was a libertarian at heart.