The Great Shark Hunt Finally Ends
His life ended in February, but the saga comes to a close this weekend:
Hunter Thompson’s Remains To Be Shot Out Of Cannon
Thompson’s only son, Juan Thompson, stresses the respectful tone he wants to strike, but acknowledges that his father’s funeral wishes were unusual. Based on Hunter Thompson’s comments in a 1978 BBC documentary, fireworks launchers will arc his ashes from a 153-foot structure capped by a double-thumbed, red Fiberglas fist.The ashes wrapped in brown craft paper – similar to a supermarket bag but smoother – are set to fly at sunset, according to Marcy Zambelli, spokeswoman for the prominent fireworks company that bears her family name and will handle the display.
Zambelli said the fireworks will explode 300 feet in the air with a white flourish before Thompson’s ashes fall to rest on the rustic property he called a “psychic anchor.”
Farewell, Herr Doktor. You were a true American Original, and we won’t see your like again. You waged a desperate, non-stop, 40 year guerilla war to save the Constitution and the American Dream from the Nixons, Reagans, Bushes, and other worthless scumsuckers who’ve tried to steal it from the rest of us. In the end, you failed and the weasels won, but not for lack of trying. DubYa and Cheney doubtlessly laughed like hyenas long into the night upon hearing of your death, but every time a kid reads Fear and Loathing for the first time, those bastards pick up one more Enemy For Life.
I would say “Vaya Con Dios,” but you didn’t believe in Dios and neither do I. So why not end it with your own words, which are at least as eloquent as anything you’ll ever find in the Bible:
I hung up and strolled out to the car. Well, I thought. This is how the world works. All energy flows according to the whims of the Great Magnet. What a fool I was to defy him. – Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas : A Savage Journey to the Heart of the American Dream


