I find something unsettling in learning on the same day of the deaths of Hunter Thompson and Sandra Dee. Yet there seems to be some karmic balance in those passings. Right?
I see that Thompson killed himself "with a gunshot to the head." I suppose if you can't write like Hemingway, there are other ways of sincerely flattering him.
UPDATE: Once again I am pipped at the post by a writer of greater range and ability. James Lileks speaks more eloquently to these mortal coil off-shufflings than I.