[Crowbob]

Well, Mr. Bourdain certainly showed us what's what eh, gentlemen. Apparently this old world just wasn't cool enough for him. Or perhaps having meaningful relationships are just too overwhelming for any mortal to deal with let alone your hero.

It could be he thought the world and all of it's treasures, explored and unexplored, were just too putrid for any insightful and wizened man to live in let alone the few billions or so struggling just to get by in it.

Who knows?

Whatever problem(s) he thought hanging himself would solve are still there, except his. Too bad he couldn't stick it out like the rest of us long enough to possibly see where it all goes or what it all means.

He also left us hanging, we not worthy enough for him to explain to us what the world had taught him.

Sure, gentlemen, go ahead and bring down onto me your ire. And no I won't wait for your apologies. Not because I am too busy galevanting all around, sampling all the world and bringing it to you all for your own vicarious pleasure, but because my time on this earth is already too limited and too compressed to fit in and deal with childish insults nor to cut it even shorter for whatever unbearable reason. My world, as tiny and protected and anonymous as it is is still worth living in, tasteless as I am.

Apparently his wasn't.

He made a choice. So be it. And yes, I am angry about it.