David Foster Wallace was essentially a clout martyr.
Everyone is claiming this was a random suicide, but it's clear what was actually happening: his killers were driven to take his life solely for the sake of clout. They wanted infamy of their own and found it in hanging a 46-year old.
As David was taking his final breath, he was surrounded by /lit/izens taking video and pictures of him. Why? For clout. No one was taking his pulse, no one was calling 911, everyone was standing around with their phones out as his body was clinging to life.
The moral lesson of David's life story should be a cautionary tale of the horrors of postmodern literature and how it's fucked our society beyond belief.
RIP DFW. See you in Heaven...