I got the news of HST's death from my son while at a meeting, the sort of meeting that HST would have avoided like the plague or perhaps described as a plague. He carried a big hammer and he beat it down on the skulls of any who confused the web of foolishness we call living with the real life whose name is passion.
I didn't know who to share this sad news with, at least who to share it with who would understand...so I wrote my son back. I said in that note, "HST,Jr is a Hero fallen to the hands of his own National Rifle Association dogma that guns don't kill people, people do. Where o where will we find again the voice of madness equal to the real madness going on around us? Where will the howl first prophesied by Alan Ginsberg find fiendish voice if not in HST, Jr? It's enough to drive a person to drink, or walk or crawl a person to drink. Someone light the fire.
To see a fine obit, got to:
Yahoo! News - Writer Hunter S. Thompson Kills Himself
Hunter, you gave us no peace, but I hope you found it for yourself.