The guy was a mad man, a myth, a flagrant self-promoter, an often brilliant but also highly erratic writer, a recluse who demanded attention, an ultimately a true American outsider.
Love him, hate him, he made an impact on literature and journalism.
I don't know whether to be angry at him for killing himself or laughing over how people will react. Bit of both, obviously.
Hunter S. was a modern coyote and he just got caught in his own joke.
Sleep now, Dr. Gonzo.