Unlike bloggers - many of whom have done fine work on the topic - it's unfortunate the media can't get fired up at issues. Never the less, there are many fine tributes to David Hookes from Australia's top cricket writers.
It made no sense. One day, David Hookes was at the MCG overseeing Victoria in another victory in what has been a particularly good season for his adopted state. The next, he was dead, his family in a mess and the cricket world in a state of shock and numbness.
DAVID Hookes lived his life much as he played his cricket - with a smiling, cheerful abandonment that could border on recklessness.
To use the vernacular of the game he loved with such an abiding passion, he was forever on the front foot and pushing the boundaries.
Well worth a read is Cricinfo:
The Gabba dressing-room, January 1986. Australia have beaten India by four wickets in a World Series Cup match. David Hookes wanders out of the shower and spies Greg Chappell, national selector, chatting to Wayne Phillips and a man from Ansett airlines. "Where's David Hookes's gear?" asks the Ansett bloke. Phillips points him in the right direction. The Ansett man strides over and tears off the luggage tag that says SYDNEY - the destination for Australia's next match - and replaces it with one that says ADELAIDE. Hookes is going home. His sometimes fantastic, sometimes flawed, always fascinating international career is over at 30.
And I'm sure when it comes, Peter Roebuck's will have something worthwhile to say.