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Posted 12 May 2006 - 03:54 PM

Oooh  huh.gif  Wow! I bet that's an eerie place to visit.
Any reported hauntings there.

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Posted 12 May 2006 - 04:04 PM


Joan Crawford

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It is no secret in Hollywood that Joan was a hard woman to get along with. She lived in a house in Brentwood at 426 Bristol Avenue. It was here that all the events from "Mommie, Dearest" went down.


Christina and her brother reported seeing the ghosts of children in the house and hearing voices in the dark. Joan scolded them for being bad, that is until she too started hearing them.


She was diagnosed with cancer in 1974 and became a recluse.


On the day of her death, while one of her caretakers started saying a rosary, Crawford looked at the woman and said, "Damn it, don't you dare ask God to help me!"


She died shortly afterwards.


A couple of days later for some unknown reason, the wall that was behind Joan's bed erupted into flames. The house has been said to be haunted. (Oh, really?)


The house was sold to Donald O'Commor who they sold it to Anthony Newley and his wife.


Even the new owners could feel an evil presence in the house. They contacted Rev. Rosalyn Bruyere and asked her to come and cleanse the house.


After arriving on the house and going from room to room, she told the current residents that the house was a hive of "conspicuous negative energy" and that negative spirits and entities came to the house....to "feed".


She came to the conclusion that the spirits in the house were purposely trying to destroy it because the house held "a terrifying secret" and they were trying desperately to keep it hidden.


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Posted 12 May 2006 - 04:24 PM

I can see why there would be feelings of sadness , even looking at the gate (seen the movie so many times, looks the same as the movie) That area gives me the creeps.

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Posted 18 May 2006 - 02:08 PM

The Curse of the Little Bastard


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Friends told James Dean that the car was trouble when they saw it - a rare Silver Porsche Spyder, one of only 90 in 1955.

There was something about that car. Even Nick Adams wouldn't go near it. Sir Alec Guinness warned JD to stay away from it and to get rid of it as soon as possible.

Nicknamed "The Little Bastard," the car carried the iconic screen rebel to his grave on September 30, 1955.

After the tragedy, master car customizer George Barris bought the wreck for $2,500. When the wreck arrived at Barris' garage, the Porsche slipped and fell on one of the mechanics unloading it. The accident broke both of the mechanic's legs.

While Barris had bad feelings about the car when he first saw it, his suspicions were confirmed during a race at the Pomona Fair Grounds on October 24, 1956.

Two physicians, Troy McHenry and William Eschrid, were both racing cars that had parts from the "Little Bastard".

McHenry died when his car, which had the Porsche's engine installed, went out of control and hit a tree. Eschrid's car flipped over.

Eschrid, who survived despite serious injuries, later said that the car suddenly locked up when he went into a curve.

The car's malevolent influence continued after the race: one kid trying to steal the Porsche's steering wheel slipped and gashed his arm.

Barris reluctantly sold two of the car's tires to a young man; within a week, the man was nearly involved in a wreck when the two tires blew out simultaneously.

Feeling that the Porsche could be put to good use, Barris loaned the wrecked car to the California Highway Patrol for a touring display to illustrate the importance of automobile safety. Within days, the garage housing the Spyder burned to the ground!

With the exception of the "Little Bastard," every vehicle parked inside the garage was destroyed.

When the car was put on exhibit in Sacramento, it fell from its display and broke a teenager's hip. George Barkuis, who was hauling the Spyder on a flatbed truck, was killed instantly when the Porsche fell on him after he was thrown from his truck in an accident.

The mishaps surrounding the car continued until 1960, when the Porsche was loaned out for a safety exhibit in Miami, Florida.
When the exhibit was over, the wreckage and the truck it was being transported in, mysteriously vanished en route to Los Angeles.
To this day, the "Little Bastard's" whereabouts are unknown.

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Posted 18 May 2006 - 05:53 PM


I used to have such a big crush on "Ben Casey".  Really, I think he was the first man I fantasized about when I was 8, 9 years old.  How I loved him!  He had a lot of hair on his arms and was very masculine. tongue.gif
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Posted 18 May 2006 - 06:01 PM

The Poltergeist Curse


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Some of the highest grossing and highly successful movies in Hollywood have had to do with the Supernatural and they have catapulted their stars, writers or directors into Superstardom. As with all movies, there would be little setbacks. Someone would flub a line, the set didn't look right, lights or gear wouldn't work right, etc. But sometimes, as in the cases of the aforementioned motion pictures, things happened that defied explanation.

Many people know by now of the alleged curse that haunted the cast of "Poltergeist". Almost from the beginning of principal photography, strange and unexplained things would happen. Cast and crew on the set at Paramount reported on more than one occasion that the set had a dark and eerie feeling about it. The cast and crew were also plagued by terrifying nightmares! One day on the set, there was almost a tragedy.

During the scene where Robbie (Oliver Robbins) is being strangled, the clown's arms became extremely tight and Robbins started to choke. When he screamed out "I can't breathe!", Steven Spielberg and Tobe Hooper thought that the boy was ad-libbing and just instructed him to look at the camera. When Spielberg saw Robbins' face turning purple, he ran over and removed the clown's arms from Robbins' neck. Oh yes, the skeletons in the pool that "attack" Diane while she is searching for help....were real!

Then there is the alleged curse. The truth of it is, that it can't be scientifically proven that there was really an actual curse on the film and the actors and crew involved in it. There were some terrible sequels made of the film, but that's about it. The rest is just terrible misfortune which occasionally strikes any of us from time to time. Distraught over the break up of their relationship, her estranged and abusive boyfriend, John Thomas Sweeney, a chef at the Ma Maison in LA, went over to her house, dragged her out into the driveway and strangled her. She was declared brain dead and five days later, Life Support was terminated and she died, leaving behind shocked and outraged family and friends. John Thomas Sweeney was charged with murder and gave a full confession. He was found guilty of Voluntary Manslaughter instead of Second Degree Murder, basically because of his excellent Defense Attorney, Purgury and a jury that was kept in the dark about Sweeney's violent past. Had he been convicted of Murder, he would have gotten 25 to Life. He got 6 and a half years. After 2 and a half years plus time served, he was released from the Medium Security Prison in Susanville and on June 21, 1986, he returned to LA where he once again got a high paying job as Head Chef at "The Chronicle" in Santa Monica. But the outraged family of Dominique Dunne wouldn't have it. They passed out leaflets to passersby and Guests of the restaurant which in part read, “The hands that prepared your food, strangled Dominique Dunne on October 30, 1982.” He was fired immediately. In 1989, he left Los Angeles and moved to Seattle where he probably still works as a chef (according to some sources, he is employed as an executive chef for a restaurant chain), and he changed his name to 'John Maura'.

Then there was the unfortunate death of Heather Michele O'Rourke, who played Carol Ann in the movies.

What was first thought to be an acute case of the flu, turned out to be "a congenital shrinking of the bowels". Once she was properly diagnosed, she was taken to a hospital in San Diego and prepped for surgery. By the time they got her on the operating table, it was too late. She went into septic shock and then cardiac arrest and died on February 1, 1988, at the age of 12. She is interred in a wall crypt not far from Marilyn Monroe in Westwood Memorial Park. Only a few yards away, in the central lawn section, lies the girl who played her sister, Dominique Dunne.

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I have not heard or read about any reports regarding ghostly activities of the former cast of ILL. I believe that wherever they are, they are at peace.


I just wanted to add that I have read one report on hauntings involving one of the cast of "I Love Lucy". It follows here:

Taken from Ghost Stories of Hollywood by Barbara Smith

Lucy Loves Her Home

    For a decade, married entertainers Lucille Ball and Desi Arnaz were television's first couple of comedy. Their shows, I Love Lucy and The Lucy and Desi Comedy Hour, ruled the airwaves in the 1950's and defined the "situation comedy" long before it was recognized as a distinct art form.
    Ball's career had begun as a Ziegfeld Girl in vaudville, and she launched a career as one of the singing, dancing Goldwyn Girls. She was a talented musical performer, but it was her natural ability as a comic that people soon recognized as her most endearing talent. Althought never a huge satr on the silver screen, Lucy appeared with such top Comics as Bob Hope and the Marx Brothers. Once she hit TV with her screwball antics, her [alce in the firmament of the history of show business was assured. Few men and women in the history of show business could do physical comedy as well as Lucille Ball.
     Desi Arnaz was a musician but, like his on- and off-screen wife, he had a head for business. As Lucy and Ricky Ricardo, the couple made I Love Lucy an enormous hit; as Lucille Ball and Desi Arnaz, they formed Desilu Studios to capitalize on the growing TV industry and more or less created the lucrative concept of syndicated reruns.
    To some degree, the couple's on-screen image paralleled their personal lives. For example, when Lucille Ball became pregnant, so did Lucy Ricardo. However, in the original incarnation of the TV show, the Ricardo family lived in an apartment. From 1954 on, the real-life Arnaz family home was an impressive house on Roxbury Street in Beverly Hills- a house that Lucy loves. Her neighbors were fellow show business stars, and more importantly, they were her friends. Both her son and daughter grew from infancy to adulthood in that home. The house was even used as a backdrop for the occassional I Love Lucy episode.
    Despite TV appearances to the contrary, all was not love and laughter between the real-life couple. Lucille and Desi divorced in 1960. She remarried the next year but she never left the house that she and Desi moved into so many years before. That house became a part of her estate when she died in 1989.
    Shortly thereafter, the property that meant so much to her was put up for sale. To the shock of Lucy's neighbors and fans alike, the people that bought the house had no intention of ever living in it as it was-they had in mind a renovation so massive, it was just short of a complete demolition.
    Lucille Ball had been so popular with her peers, her neighors and her audiences- and she has been so closely associated with the house on Roxbury -that the destruction became something of a macabre attraction. As a result, the work crews occassionally tolied away in front of an audience. The only time that the famous red-head's ghost appeared, though, all was quite on the destruction site.
    The sole witness to the ghostly manifestation that day had enjoyed a close friendship withe Lucille Ball. He'd been out attending to other matters when it occurred to him to drive past the place where he had so often been entertained. The renovations were well underway and a very few parts of the old place remained intact. As the man stood under clear California skies, possibily saying his last goodbyes to both the house and the woman who had loved it, a movement in a periphery of his vision made him turn his head. There, slowly circling the ruins, was the slightly see-through image of Lucille Ball. She stared at what was left of the house as she walked around it. Then, for just an instant she turned and looked at her friend.
    Despite the fact that the man will not reveal his name for fear of ridicule, he swears to what he saw that day. He'd known the woman well enough in life to be certain not only that he'd seen Lucille Ball's ghostly presence, but also that her spirit was badly upset and confused by what lay before her. After briefly maintaining eye-contact with her friend, Lucy continued her ghostly patrol around to the other side of the house. At the point, the man lost sight of her and, as far as anyone knows, that poignant moment was the first and last recorded apperance of Lucille Ball in the role of a ghost.


When I first read this story, I got chills. It is sad to think that Lucille Ball was disturbed from eternal slumber because the house she loved so much wasn't going to be there much longer.


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Posted 02 September 2006 - 02:41 PM

I have not heard or read about any reports

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Posted 02 September 2006 - 02:52 PM

I guess people just have a need to make things their own! Who knows!
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Posted 20 November 2006 - 06:14 AM

Most of us are probably familiar with the case of Roscoe "Fatty" Arbuckle. (Well, as familiar as one can get with a case that is pretty convoluted!) But for those that are not here is some information on the case and the subsquent haunting.

The Fall of Fatty Arbuckle

This will not be the last time that the Hollywood Memorial Park Cemetery will be mentioned in our series on “Hollywood Hauntings”, but our first mention of it here is due to its connection to an actress named Virginia Rappe.... and the fact that her ghost is said to haunt the place. So, what tragic events have caused her spirit to linger behind? To answer that question, we have to look back to the doomed history of the man who was accused of her murder, Fatty Arbuckle.



Roscoe “Fatty” Arbuckle was an overweight plumber in 1913 when he was discovered by Mack Sennett. He had come to unclog the film producers drain but Sennett had other plans for him. He took one look at his hefty frame and offered him a job. Arbuckle’s large appearance, but bouncing agility, made him the perfect target for Sennett’s brand of film comedy, which included mayhem, pratfalls, and pies in the face.

He was soon making dozens of two-reelers as a film buffoon and audiences loved him. He made one film after another, all of them wildly successful, and also made a rather substantial fortune, going from a $3-a-day job in 1913 to over $5000 by 1917, when he signed with Paramount.

Fatty’s first brush with scandal came in March 1916 at Mishawn Manor in Boston. The incident occurred at Brownie Kennedy’s Roadhouse, where the lavish entertainment in Fatty’s honor included twelve “party girls” who were paid just over $1000 for their contribution to the evening’s fun. Unfortunately for Fatty, things came to an end just before the party could get started. Someone spotted the girls, and Fatty, stripping on the table in the back room of the roadhouse and called the cops. Also in attendance that evening were movie magnates Adolph Zukor, Jesse Lasky and Joseph Schenck. They paid $100,000 in hush money to Boston’s District Attorney and Mayor James Curley to keep the incident quiet.

But it would be another of Fatty’s frolics that would get him into trouble and earn him his place in Hollywood infamy.

Virginia Rappe came to Hollywood around 1919. She was a lovely brunette model who caught the eye of Mack Sennett and he offered her a job with his company. She soon went to work on the studio lot, taking minor parts and apparently, sleeping around. This fact became so well-known that rumor had it Virginia passed along a rather sensitive infestation to so many of Sennett’s crew that he closed down the studio and had the place fumigated. Soon however, she earned a part in the film FANTASY and later met Fatty Arbuckle and appeared with him in JOEY LOSES A SWEETHEART. Soon, Virginia was noticed by William Fox, shortly after winning an award for “Best Dressed Girl in Pictures” and he took her under contract. There was talk of her starring in a new Fox feature called TWILIGHT BABY and Virginia certainly seemed to be on her way.





Fatty had taken a shine to Virginia soon after meeting her and insisted that his friend, Bambina Maude Delmont bring her along to a party celebrating his new $3 million contract with Paramount. Fatty decided to hold the bash in San Francisco, which would give him a chance to try out his new custom-made Pierce-Arrow on the drive up the coast. On Labor Day weekend, two car loads of party-goers headed up the coast highway and included Fatty and his friends Lowell Sherman and Freddy Fishback, who were riding in the flashy Pierce Arrow. Bambina Maude Delmont, Virginia Rappe and other assorted starlets were piled in the other vehicle. They arrived in San Francisco late on Saturday night, checking into the luxurious Hotel St. Francis. Fatty took three adjoining suites on the 12th floor.

Shortly after arriving, Fatty made a call to his bootleg connection and the party was on, lasting all weekend. On Labor day afternoon, which was Monday, September 5, 1921, the party was still going strong. The crowd had grown to about 50 people, thanks to Fatty’s “open house” policy. Virginia and the other girls were downing gin-laced Orange Blossoms; some of the guests had shed their tops to do the “shimmy”; guests were vanishing into the back bedrooms for sweaty love sessions; and the empty bottles of booze were piling up.

Around three in the afternoon, Fatty who was wearing only pajamas and a bathrobe, grabbed Virginia and steered the intoxicated actress to the bedroom of suite 1221. Bambina Maude Delmont later testified that the festivities came to a halt when screams were heard in the bedroom. She also said that weird moans were heard from behind the door. A short time later, Fatty emerged with ripped pajamas and he told the girls to “go in and get her dressed...she makes too much noise”. When Virginia continued to scream, he yelled for her to shut up, or “I’ll throw you out the window”.

Bambina and another showgirl, Alice Blake, found Virginia nearly nude and lying on the unmade made. She was moaning and told them that she was dying. Bambina later reported that they tried to dress her, but found that all of her clothing, including her stockings and undergarments were so ripped and torn “that one could hardly recognize what garment s they were.”

A short time later, Virginia slipped into a coma at the Pine Street Hospital and on September 10, she died. The cause of her death almost went undiscovered. The San Francisco Deputy Coroner, Michael Brown, became suspicious after what he called a “fishy” phone call from the hospital, asking about a post-mortem. He went over personally to see what was going on and walked right into a hasty cover-up. He was just in time to see an orderly emerge from an elevator and head for the hospital’s incinerator with a glass jar containing Virginia’s female organs. He seized the organs for his own examination and discovered that Virginia’s bladder had been ruptured, causing her to die from peritonitis. Brown reported the matter to his boss and both agreed that a police investigation was called for.

The hospital staff was grilled as to what they knew and they reluctantly reported the strange incidents which brought Virginia to the hospital. Soon, the newspapers also carried the story and Fatty Arbuckle was charged with the rape and murder of Virginia Rappe. The authorities blamed her death on “external pressure” from Arbuckle’s weight being pressed down on her during sex.

Soon, the newspaper stories spun out of control. It was no longer just sex, they told a nation of stunned fans of the “happy fat man”, but “strange and unnatural sex”. According to reports, Arbuckle became enraged over the fact that his drunkenness had led to impotence, so he ravaged Virginia with a Coca-Cola Bottle... or was it a champagne bottle... or could it have been a piece of ice? Others claimed that Fatty was so well-endowed that he had injured the girl, while others stated that the injury had come when Fatty had landed on the slight actress during a sexual frolic.

Needless to say, a lot of guessing was being done and a lot of insinuations were being made about Fatty Arbuckle and Virginia’s tragic death.... and Fatty was beginning to feel the heat. In Hartford, Connecticut, a group of angry women ripped down a screen in a theater showing an Arbuckle comedy, while in Wyoming, a group of men opened fire in a movie house where another Arbuckle short was being shown. A “Lynch Fatty” mood was beginning to sweep the land and angry, and increasing boisterous, voices were calling for Hollywood to clean up its act. Finally, Arbuckle’s films were pulled from general release.

Held without bail, Fatty sweated it out in the San Francisco jail while his lawyers sought to have the charges reduced from murder to manslaughter. Film tycoon Adolph Zukor, who had millions at stake with Arbuckle, contacted San Francisco District Attorney Matt Brady in an effort to make the case go away. Brady was enraged and later claimed that Zukor offered him a bribe. Other friends of Fatty called the D.A.’s office and suggested that Arbuckle was being punished because some starlet drank too much and died. They assumed they were helping Fatty’s case, but the result was just the opposite... D.A. Brady grew angrier with each call on Fatty’s behalf and by the time the case went to trial, he was livid.

The trial began in November 1921 with Arbuckle taking the stand to deny any wrong-doing, although his attitude toward Virginia was one of indifference. He never bothered to express any remorse or sorrow for he death. His lawyers were even more to the point, making every effort to paint Virginia as “loose”, suggesting that she slept around in New York, South America, Paris and of course, in Hollywood. After much conflicting testimony, the jury favored acquitting Fatty by 10-2 after 43 hours of deliberating. The judge declared a mistrial.

A second trial was held and this time, the jury was hung at 10-2 for conviction. Fatty was now out on bail and was forced to sell his Los Angeles home and fleet of luxury cars to pay his lawyer fees.

Despite the hard work of Brady, who wanted to convict Arbuckle very badly, Fatty was finally acquitted in his third trial, which ended on April 22, 1922. Thanks to confusing testimony by 40 drunken witnesses and no physical evidence (like the infamous bottle), Fatty was finally a free men. In fact, the jury issued this statement: “Acquittal is not enough for Roscoe Arbuckle. We feel a grave injustice has been done him and there was not the slightest proof to connect him in any way with the commission of any crime.”

Fatty may have been free, but he was hardly forgiven. Paramount soon canceled his $3 million contract and his unreleased films were scrapped, costing the studio over $1 million. Fatty’s career was finished.

Arbuckle was banned from acting in Hollywood productions. The studios just couldn’t afford to have his name connected to their pictures. Only a few friends, like Buster Keaton, remained by his side. In fact, it was Keaton who suggested that Arbuckle change his name to “Will B. Good”. Actually, Arbuckle did adopt the name William Goodrich in later years and he was able to gain employment as a gag man and as a comedy director.

Arbuckle would never act in the movies again and the public would never allow him to forget his fall from grace either. People shouted “I’m Coming, Virginia” when they recognized him on the street and laughter often greeted him in restaurants and shops.

In his forced retirement, Fatty also took to drinking quite heavily and finally, he died in New York on June 28, 1933.

Innocent or guilty? We’ll never really know for sure, but in the state of mind called Hollywood, it didn’t really matter. Arbuckle had managed to change the image of Hollywood from one linked to dreams to that of one forever linked to scandal.

And now we return to Hollywood Memorial Park.... and the ghost of Virginia Rappe. I would imagine that there is little doubt in the mind of the reader as to why Virginia’s spirit may be a restless one. In addition to losing her life during the horrifying incidents of that fateful Labor Day, Virginia lost her reputation as well. The press was nearly as cruel to her as they were to Fatty Arbuckle.

Many have asked why that was, but the answer may lie with William Randolph Heart. It cannot be denied that the Hearst newspapers were instrumental in turning the affair into a nationwide scandal. As it happens, shortly before Fatty went to trial, Heart’s affair with a starlet name Marion Davies hit the news and Marion’s film career began to suffer. Rumor had it that Hearst gave the go-ahead to his papers to exploit every Hollywood scandal of the time, including Fatty’s, to take the focus off himself and Davies. Thanks to Hearst, Virginia Rappe was “raped” all over again in newspapers across the country.

So, it’s not surprising that her ghost still lingers behind. Visitors who come to Hollywood Memorial Park have reported hearing a ghostly voice which weeps and cries out near Virginia’s simple grave. It is believed by many to be her ghost, still attached to this world, and still in anguish over her promising career, which was cut short... just like her life.

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Posted 20 November 2006 - 09:28 AM

No matter how many times you hear this story, or read about it...it is always a good read or listen.



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Thanks to Hearst, Virginia Rappe was “raped” all over again in newspapers across the country.



It is kind of sad to think that this was the start of the whole media going downhill thing too. For Hearst to exploit other people for the sake of covering up his own scandal, IMHO is just sickening.

A lot of these tales from old Hollywood are so tragic!


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Posted 21 November 2006 - 04:36 AM

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It is kind of sad to think that this was the start of the whole media going downhill thing too. For Hearst to exploit other people for the sake of covering up his own scandal, IMHO is just sickening.

A lot of these tales from old Hollywood are so tragic!



And from there it only got worse.  Mr Riley is the personage that comes to my mind when I think of media coverups.  I'm about ready to admit that only a global halocaust can clean up the governments and media.  Though being sent back to the stone age ensures that the bottom feeders rise again to the top and the cycle begins again.  *sigh*  While I believe in the good of man...seems the evil of man wins out every dang time.
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Posted 13 September 2007 - 02:19 PM

Going to bump this thread due to its overwhelming cool stories...


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I agree!! I always forget this one is here until someone comes along and posts to it. So many cool stories here!

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One week after getting married to a 20 year old woman named Malika and honeymooning in Hawaii, Comedian Sam Kinison was on his way to Laughlin, Nevada to do a sold out show. It was Friday, April 10, 1992. He and his wife had been driving from LA on I-40 to US-95. After making a turn to head north and heading about 4 miles, Sam's Trans Am was hit head on by a pick-up truck full of drunks, which included the driver. A witness to the crash called 911 and an EMV was dispatched to the scene. Sam had been sober, something he took great pride in, but he hadn't been wearing a seat belt. His head hit the windshield. The drunk driver of the truck was more worried about his truck than a human life.
According to witnesses, Sam said, "I don't want to die. I don't want to die." Then he stopped talking for a few seconds and then asked, "But why? I 'm not ready." Then, he seemed to understand something and said, "Okay, okay....okay." As he spoke the last "Okay", he said it softly and with comfort as though he realized it would be for the best and also as if though he were talking to someone he loved very much. He smiled and lost consciousness. He was taken to the ER at Needles Desert Community Hospital where he was pronounced dead on arrival.

Cut to Wednesday. March 7, 2007.

During the first week of March I drove up to Tulsa, Oklahoma to do a little celebrity grave hunting. I went to visit the graves of stand up comic and comedic actor Sam Kinison, and the King of Western Swing Music, Bob Wills. While on a nocturnal visit to the grave of the aforementioned Mr. Kinison, I had a paranormal experience. I had been thinking about Sam and remembering reading about his last moments on this Earth. As I was walking back to the front gate, I thought to myself that he probably saw either his brother or his father, both of whom had preceded him in death...or maybe both of them before he left us. About a minute later, I smelled something as though it was right next to me. It was the distinctive smell of BEER! I stood there slightly astonished and then looked in a radius of several yards looking for the source of this smell. I could find none! The smell went away. Then I continued a ways, then stopped walking, smiled and with tongue firmly in cheek, I asked out loud, "Sam, are you offering me a beer?" The smell came back!! I accepted the offer with a smile but only on the condition that it would not impact me in a negative way. As I was leaving the cemetery, I told any and every spirit watching me that they could not go beyond the boundary of the gates or walls to follow me and that I was leaving what was left of the "beer" with Sam. Immediately upon getting back to my hotel room, I posted the facts of the encounter to my journal.

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Posted 09 July 2008 - 06:06 PM

What a great story.  I really thought Sam Kinison was great.

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Posted 09 July 2008 - 08:11 PM

Sam's Grave.

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Sam rests between his father and his brother.

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Posted 09 July 2008 - 08:18 PM

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The Sarcophagus of Michael Jackson. I was astonished that I made it without being discovered. (at Forest Lawn)

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Posted 15 July 2008 - 04:06 PM

QUOTE(Captain Kundalini @ Jul 9 2008, 09:11 PM)
Sam's Grave and me.

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Sam rests between his father and his brother.


Can you tell me what his headstone says?
In another time and place....
Thanks!
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