Hunter S. Thompson, dead, yet, family drank with him dead in chair.

Had read this on news as well.

Today's been kind of in his memory, I suppose. Watched Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas and am watching an interview with Johnny Depp at this time. (Typing during a commerical break)

Ah - they're finished with that aspect of the interview.

In a nutshell; Hunter called Depp, (whom he had known for a spell, and liked very much) with not just the film idea, but blessing to play the part, Depp contacted his agent, who then contacted Terry Gilliam. Depp then spent months in Thompson's basement, or as Thompson called it, "the Dungeon" becoming Hunter S. Thompson for the screen.

What does that have to do with his loved one's sitting around the table post mortem?

Well, just as the method actor went to live with the mind-blowing method man - despite alternatives, in this one blessed case, there could be no other alternative or method but to toast the memory of his literally and figuratively blown mind with him sitting right there. Sort of.

 

That's pretty damn sick if it's true. Any reliable sources for this story?

 

It's a sick mind that believes that commiting suicide is 'being in control of your life'.

 

If that's true, they're fricken weirdos!

 

It's B.S., an urban myth in the making.

This is true though:

"He bagan his day with his usual breakfast of fresh fruit inside a thin layer of jello with gin and Grand Marnier drizzled on top.

His wife, Anita, carefully put a lemon on the side and hovered near his chair. It was 5 p.m., the time the writer normally began his day."

 

This could be a rumor that is part publicity stunt. Hunter was known for trying to carry a persona of a hard living guy. He was just that but he did try to exagerate the image a bit according to what I read. So I think these creepy stories only add to the mystique and fatten wallets of his heirs.

 

It's a bit strange, but hey, death is a very personal thing. When it was first reported that he pulled the trigger while on the phone with his wife, it reminded me of another, true story, that of the actor Jack Nance, the star of Eraserhead.
Apparently, his wife was suffering from depression while he was on location filming another movie; he got on the phone with her and tried to talk her out of committing suicide. She was sure all he cared about was getting off the phone, and made it clear to him that if he hung up on her, she would do the deed to herself. An electrical storm then interrupted the signal, Nance stared into the phone- the line dead, his wife........



Also, didn't a bunch of film actors in the 30's steal the corpse of one of the Barrymores to have a last round of drinks with the stiff?
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I heard a similar story from a reliable source here in Dallas about 30 yrs. ago. The deceased was a Hell's Angels-type motorcycle guy who ran head on into a telephone pole while drunk. His biker "brothers" propped him up in a chair, put a cigarette in his mouth and a bottle in his hand, and had a party in his honor.

 

Custard would be preferable, and no gin, just GM.
However, rising at the crack of dusk seems inherently reasonable. Toiling in the darkness looking at the underbelly of mankind was his way.
He is missed, and hopefully happy on the other side.

Rodney, Johnny, Hunter,... lots of people who made us laugh and think are gone. Someplace is rockin'.

 

Sounds like a gonzo "Weekend at Bernie's"

 

Yeah, someplace is rockin', and this place gets worse...