now this is a pretty damned good way to go

leave it to H.S. Thompson. the man lived by his own rules, died by his own hand, and now, will be scattered to the winds from a cannon. what this man did not lack was an imagination. i've often thought of how i want to be disposed of. just toss my ashes off the golden gate bridge. that was my landmark as a sailor. we'd pass under the bridge on our way west, and under it on our way home. it has been one of my favorite landmarks. but, now that the father of gonzo journalism is having his ashes spread by cannon fire, i'll have to scratch using a cannon off my mental list of possibilities. i suppose i'll just have to be put into a water ballon, and dropped on the deck of a freighter heading west from the walkway above. hey, i don't want to be a copycat.