Hunter Thompson attends his own wake

This is just a little too weird for me (via Drudge). ASPEN — Hunter S. Thompson heard the ice clinking. The literary champ was sitting in his command post kitchen chair, a piece of blank paper in his favorite typewriter, dead of a self-inflicted gunshot through the mouth hours earlier. But a small circle of family and friends gathered around with stories, as he wished, with glasses full of his favored elixir — Chivas Regal on ice. "It was very loving. It was not a panic, or ugly, or freaky," Thompson's wife, Anita Thompson, said Thursday night in her first spoken comments since the icon's death Sunday. "It was just like Hunter wanted. He was in control here." Anita Thompson also echoes the comments that have been made by Hunter Thompson's son and daughter-in-law: That her husband's suicide did not come from the bottom of the well, but was a gesture of strength and ultimate control made as his life was at a high-water mark. Yeah, I know the guy was hailed as a literary genius (I can't testify to that, never read any of his stuff, but from what I've heard he wrote what he knew), but when you leave the body in the chair he shot himself in, have a few family and friends over, and crack open a bottle of Chivas, that's crazy not normal.