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Sunday, August 21, 2005


So Hunter Thompson gets blasted one last time. The "ashes in the fireworks" routine is a bit overwrought ever since Gene Roddenberry went into orbit, but still, it works in this case
With a deafening boom, the ashes of Hunter S. Thompson were blown into the sky amid fireworks late Saturday as relatives and a star-studded crowd bid an irreverent farewell to the founder of "gonzo journalism."

As the ashes erupted from a tower, red, white, blue and green fireworks lit up the sky over Thompson's home near Aspen.
Good for him. I wasn't really a big fan (after foolishly seeing Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas without the assistance of hallucinatory drugs) for it's fitting for him. And how could you not respect any man that has a quote like this in his obit from a random mourner:
"We just threw a gallon of Wild Turkey in the back and headed west," said Kevin Coy of Chester, W.Va., who drove more than 1,500 miles with a friend in hopes of seeing the celebration. "We came to pay our respects."
Shine on, you crazy diamond.



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