When William Faulkner died, at age 64, he was frail and ravaged from decades of alcohol. He’d gone riding on his horse, drunk, and fallen off of it -- the second time this had happened in the last few months of his life. Who rides a horse while drunk? The answer, apparently, is more people than you might imagine.
Anyhow, Faulkner’s convalescence from the fall went badly. Since the age of nineteen, he had (almost incredibly) drunk more than a quart of bourbon a day. Now, immobilized in bed, he went on a prodigious bender, mixing sour mash whiskey and bourbon with pain pills and tranquilizers. His family -- fearing the worst -- convinced him to check himself into Byhalia Sanatorium, where he’d been once before, and had required intravenous fluids and feeding through a tube in his stomach.
Faulkner’s second stay at Byhalia, however, was short. He died of a heart attack soon after arriving. --Pauls Toutonghi
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