Too Weird To Live, Too Rare To Die – Hunter S. Thompson

12 years ago Hunter S. Thompson put a gun to his head and pulled the trigger.

It was the end of this controversial journalist and author, enthusiastic drugs (ab)user, firearms admirer and founder of what will become “gonzo journalism”. We know him mostly for his novels – “Hell’s Angels”, “The Rum Diary”, “Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas”.

He was influenced by the “beat generation” writers, Jack Kerouac in particular. In a letter to his wife, titled “Football Season Is Over” (widely considered as his suicide note, even though he had written the letter four days before the suicide) he stated: “No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun – for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your (old) age. Relax — This won’t hurt.”

Of course that this peculiar man couldn’t have a “normal” funeral. On August 20, 2005, Thompson’s ashes were fired from a cannon. This was accompanied by red, white, blue and green fireworks. Funeral was funded by the actor Johnny Depp, who was Thompson’s close friend and even portrayed him in “Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas”, film adaptation by Terry Gilliam.

This outlaw writer died on his own terms. It is only logical since he lived that way too. We should never forget the words of this wise man: “I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they’ve always worked for me”.

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