Until yesterday, Hunter S. Thompson and Sandra Dee had almost nothing in common (that I know of). How is it, I wonder, that a man who'd probably ingested more chemicals than anyone on the planet lived five years longer than America's epitome of naivete', and did not even die of natural causes?

I'm sure wherever he is, Mr. Thompson is partaking of the astral equivalent of substances he consumed while in the flesh. That is, considering he realizes he's dead, and not on a bad acid trip.