[Steely Tom]

I noticed they were selling little cans of compressed oxygen in the hardware store the other day. I thought “how long before that’s used for something bad?”

[Bon of Babble]

I read where the neighbors are glad he’s gone, he was a real PIA, apparently.

He’d blast music at all hours of the day and night that could be heard several houses away - when neighbors would ask him to turn it down, he’d come over to their homes screaming obscenities at them.

[moovova]

“‘Huffing‘ is a term commonly used among adolescent age groups, referring to the use of inhaling solvents with the intention of getting high. The technique used for huffing includes soaking a rag with inhalant that can be found in most common household items. Next steps include either putting the rag up to the face or putting the rag in the mouth.0

“Usually the effects felt from huffing can last anywhere from a few seconds to a few minutes depending on which substance was inhaled and its quantity...”

No thank you.

[notaliberal]

I have no sympathy for drug users. They do it to themselves. If you ever had a neighbor who is a drug user, you know what a nightmare they can be.

[fidelis]

"Me huffing paint? I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about."

[golux]

I just want to say, for myself but also on behalf of all the members of this august forum who loved and cared for Mr. Carter and his transcendent works, how deeply grieved we are to learn of his passing.

Aaron Carter shone like one of those rare stars: he not only dazzled, he illuminated. He not only brought us to a greater understanding of the world around us, he brought us to a deeper sense of who we, each of us, are.

Watching and weeping along with friends and family members, it occurred to me also that the duty is upon us to be grateful - to bathe as much in gratitude as in grief - for the ways he touched us and changed our worlds.

He brought us closer together, made us whole. His works unified, exalted, magnified, and transformed. His short presence on this small, green Earth brought us closer to a sort of completeness.

As is the case with all great artists, but in Carter's case only the greatest, we ourselves are completed, in a sense, by the art. Carter not only reflected life, he created it.

Truly, he was unlike any other, and he can never, ever be replaced...

And yet his words, and his work, will endure forever,

that future generations may learn, grow, and thrive.

There is no death, really, for such a man and such work -

there is only a sloughing off of this limited, material world, and an ascension into immortality.

[Rappini]

Maybe Nitrous oxide, laughing gas.