This is a personal, chip on his shoulder, Charles Bronson kind of death-done-him-dirty-and-death's-gonna-p
I can respect that.
He was on NPR this morning.
It's always kind of delightfully weird when the world at large discovers some bit of neatness that one has treasured, oneself, for decades. (I was very close to pursuing a career in forensic anthropology at one point in my mis-spent youth. To the point of majoring in physical anth as an undergrad.)
Weird, and cool.