Not this shit again, Hitchens deathbed "conversion".

[abaris]

It's not this friend that bothers me, nor his little book. It's the frankenstein Lady Hope he's created to lurch the internet.

Well, I had a real friend. When we were 15 or 16, must have been around '79, we made a solemn pact over a bottle of liquor. Whoever survived the other would piss on the grave of the deceased. To make perfectly clear what we thought of death. We boozed all through the early 90ies, but when he died in 2003, he had emmigrated to Australia to run the Reef Casino. I don't even know where his grave is, since his short time wife didn't share in the oneliner she sent me to announce his demise.