If ever there was a man who preached raging against the darkness with the full force of your will, that was Hunter. His was a life that was designed to end with an exclamation point. Instead it ends in secret with him simpering as he puts the gun in his mouth and pulls the trigger with his boney little finger. The only exclamation point involved is formed by the spray of blood as the shotgun pushed his brains up and his body slid down - what was left of his head forming the tiny circle at the bottom.
He gave up. He gave up in a boring way. He gave up in a way that continues the illusion that suicide is a heroic end to a manly life.