HUNTER S. THOMPSON

The guy was a very strange man. I just read the AP story from Aspen where he took his life the other day and here is a small portion of it...Hunter S. Thompson heard the ice clinking.

The literary champ was sitting in his command post kitchen chair, a piece of blank paper in his favorite typewriter, dead of a self-inflicted gunshot through the mouth hours earlier.

But a small circle of family and friends gathered around with stories, as he wished, with glasses full of his favored elixir — Chivas Regal on ice.

"It was very loving. It was not a panic, or ugly, or freaky," Thompson's wife, Anita Thompson, said Thursday night in her first spoken comments since the icon's death Sunday. "It was just like Hunter wanted. He was in control here."

I don't get the cavalier attitude about the value of life. To me this is just as shocking and disapointing as an abortion or an execution in a prison...I don't get it.