From the St. Louis Post-Dispatch:
Perhaps he wanted us to talk about it. How else to explain the public nature of his final act? In fact, it was the means of his death that most puzzled me. Why not a fistful of pills and a highball? That would have been the easy way. Pour a glass of the finest whiskey, cut it with sweet vermouth — whiskey lovers will argue that that is a waste of good whiskey, but a man about to enjoy a final drink should not worry about such criticism — and then wash down the pills and sip your drink. Let the caregiver find your body.
Maybe because they're fucking impossible to get, asshole. Especially for a 102-year-old saint.
1. I don't actually think Bill McClellan is an asshole. Based on his article, I think he's kind of a mensch.