The cosmos demanded a verdict—conform or rebel, passion or placidity. 

"I find myself yearning for the sweet release from this mortal coil, just like a legendary figure from antiquity." The sarcasm dripped like a potent hallucinogen, mocking the very notion of martyrdom as a shortcut...

Bourdain exchanged texts with Argento, asking if there was anything he could do. She responded by telling him to stop "busting her balls," and he replied with a simple "OK." He then hung himself that...