Ernest Hemingway: His weapon of choice was a pen, his R of choice women, hunting and fishing (not necessarily in that order). The fatalism he brought to tales of combat, bullfighting, and the pursuit of big game, as well as his lean prose style, pointed American novelists in new directions. Too macho to abide his burly body's aging, Hemingway ended his own life with a shotgun.
I've read so many Hemingway biography's and so many of his novels, and short stories ... and just things about his life, as well as his death (I have the book, "Final Drafts") ... so I can actually find the irony in this statement. sigh!