Dead in the Mountains

Hunter S. Thompon is dead. Why'd he do it? Who knows? I was skiing at Copper Mountain yesterday (not all that far away from where Thompson lived, at probably about the same time he shot himself), and all the loud, stupid music they were playing at the mountainside restaurants, and all the adverts plastered all over every visible surface made me want to do myself in, too. Whatever happened to our sense of the sacred?