Sometimes famous people die, and sometimes those deaths become larger than their lives (almost). These are deaths that immediately pop into one’s mind when you hear this person’s name, see their picture or see/hear some of their old works.
Michael Hutchence: I heard inxs on the radio today, and right away thought of him dying in a hotel room by way of auto-erotic asphyxiation. Poor bastard.
JFK: Has pretty much become as famous for his assassination as anything he did in his political career.
Phil Hartman: Hard not to think of him without thinking of him being murdered by his coked up wife.
RFK was known for his death even more so than his brother because he had not achieved much in his life comparatively, but his death left the image of a future presidency that wasn’t guaranteed to happen.
Anton Yelchin. I never saw anything he was in, but I know he got crushed by his own car.
But the OP’s are more on point. poor Phil. And as for Michael, well, I always think of this:
Bruckman: You know there are worse ways to go, but I can’t think of a more undignified one than autoerotic asphyxiation. Mulder: Why are you telling me that? Bruckman: Look, forget I mentioned it. It’s none of my business.
Keith Relf of the Yardbirds is surprisingly obscure for the front man of such an acclaimed and influential rock group. If he’s remembered for anything, it’s usually the fact that he died in the most Rock n Roll manner imaginable. He was electrocuted while playing an electric guitar.
Any number of Medal of Honor recipients, most of whom received them after dying in the act.
Vic Morrow - beheaded on the set of ‘The Twilight Zone’ by a helicopter blade.
David Carradine - found hanging in a closet, presumably from autoerotic asphyxiation.
Bob Crane - found beaten to death in a hotel room. He had a hobby of taking photos and video of himself having sex with various women, and it’s surmised perhaps an angry husband or pimp or some underworld type killed him because of it.
I’m not able to fully research a cite at the moment but the latest is that the story around his death is a myth. However, it doesn’t change his entry onto This List.
Hunter Stockton Thompson. Calmly, while on the phone with his wife, he picked up a gun and blew his brains out.
He left a note to his wife titled “Football season is over” that read “No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun — for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your age. Relax — This won’t hurt.”
At his private funeral his ashes were then shot out of a cannon.