Ashes to ashes, asshole to asshole

It was, says Mr G.,
Hunter S Thompson
Who, post mortem,
Went up in a rocket,
Not William S Burroughs,
Who was buried
With junk in his pocket,
In spite of having disavowed it.
He has the answers,
That Mr G.,
But not the truth of it.
In this case they were both the same,
A pair of trigger-happy
Assholes.