Showing posts with label obit. Show all posts
Showing posts with label obit. Show all posts
6:23 PM
The Passing of Father Michael C. Kelly
Mister Nizz

A very sad New Years this has turned out to be. A good friend passed tonight, in a one in a million accident that claimed his life. I met Father Mike Kelly at Saint Ambrose in Annandale, VA, and we became fast friends. Sure, I know we all say that after someone has passed away-- but in my case, it's more than a sanctimonious statement. Father Mike Kelly was a true kindred spirit, a self-professed history 'geek', a reenactor, and yes, a wargamer. I had Father Mike over to the house many times to play miniature skirmish games in my basement. He was an ardent player and passionate about history-- we jokingly dubbed him the 'minister of war'.
It's easy to like a guy like Father Mike. He had (still has) a big heart, was friendly to all and unrelenting about matters of the spirit. In the midst of my own spiritual crisis, I sought his advice once, about grief and pain, and he revealed to me how he got his calling.. not with trumpets and sudden revelation, but with the subtle whisper of the Holy Spirit. The Holy Spirit never gave up on Mike Kelly, and he taught me it had never abandoned me in the darkest times.
I had lost touch with Father Mike when he moved out to Front Royal, and from there to St. Francis de Sales in Purcellville. I wish we had stayed in contact, but he was always a very busy man.
Go with God, Mike Kelly. May you sit at the right hand of the Lord forever, you made a difference with your life. You certainly did for me.
6:40 AM
Farewell, Bettie Paige
Mister Nizz

Bettie Paige left these mortal climes yesterday, at age of 85. She died of pneumonia in Los Angeles, CA.
Bettie's active career in modeling, especially for the notorious Irving Klaw and Bunny Yeager, helped develop her trademark (now iconic) black bangs and taste for black hose and complicated underwear. She would deny vociferously in later years, but there is no dobut she contribted greatly to the nascent sexual revolution of the late 50s. Bettie showed a whole generation of young American males that there was something dark and exciting to the lady waiting at home in high heels with a martini glass. I am sure that the Jergens lotion company has a memorial to Bettie somewhere..
Much will be written on her life and career this week. She was a bit before my time, but I always thought she was a beauty, in a very retro-chic sexy way. May God bless you and keep you, Bettie Paige.
4:16 PM
Life is full of transitions; it is a part of life that friends we cherish shall eventually yield to the ravages of time and depart this mortal coil. That does not mean we can easily accept the passing of people we will greatly miss with an easy equanimity.A recent loss underscores this. Forrest J. Ackerman has passed away. Who was Forrest J. Ackerman? You mean, you really don' t know? That is a story, and I'll let Wikipedia give me a hand with it.
Forrest J. Ackerman or, "Mr. Science Fiction", saw his first "imagi-movie" in 1922 (One Glorious Day), purchased his first science fiction magazine, Amazing Stories, in 1926, created The Boys' Scientifiction Club in 1930 ("girl-fans were as rare as unicorn's horns in those days"), contributed to both of the first science fiction fanzines, The Time Traveller, and the Science Fiction Magazine, put out and edited by Shuster & Siegel of Superman fame, in 1932, and by 1933 had 127 correspondents around the world. He attended the 1st World Science Fiction Convention in 1939, where he wore the first "futuristicostume" (designed and created by Myrtle R. Douglas) and sparked fan costuming or cosplay. He has since attended every Worldcon but two thereafter. Ackerman invited Ray Bradbury to attend the now legendary Clifton’s Cafeteria Science Fiction Club, where Ray met the writers Robert A. Heinlein, Emil Petaja, Fredric Brown, Henry Kuttner, Leigh Brackett, and Jack Williamson. And with $90 from Forrest, Bradbury launched a fanzine, Futuria Fantasia, in 1939.
Ackerman helped found the Los Angeles Science Fantasy Society, a prominent regional organization in science fiction fandom, as well as the National Fantasy Fan Federation (N3F). He also provided publishing assistance in the early days of the Daughters of Bilitis, and (as the author of several lesbian novels under the name "Laurajean Ermayne") was dubbed an "honorary lesbian" at a DOB party. He was personally acquainted with many twentieth-century writers of science fiction. Hewas noted for having amassed an extremely large and complete collection of science fiction, fantasy and horror film memorabilia, which was, until 2002, maintained in a remarkable home/museum known as the 18-room "Ackermansion" in the Los Feliz district of Los Angeles, filled with 300,000 books and pieces of movie memorabilia. He has entertained approximately 50,000 fans at open houses beginning in 1951, including 186 fans and pros in one memorable night, including astronaut Buzz Aldrin. Ackerman is a board member of the Seattle Science Fiction Museum and Hall of Fame, where many items of his own collection are displayed. Ackerman received a unique 1953 Hugo Award for "#1 Fan Personality" which some might say is the equivalent of the present-day Hugo Award for Best Fan Writer.
Ackerman is credited with nurturing and even inspiring the careers of several early contemporaries like Ray Bradbury, Ray Harryhausen, Charles Beaumont, Marion Zimmer Bradley and L. Ron Hubbard. He was Ed Wood's "illiterary" agent and has represented 200 authors of science fiction and fantasy.
Ackerman has had 50 stories published, including collaborations with A. E. van Vogt, Francis Flagg, Robert A. W. Lowndes, Marion Zimmer Bradley, Donald Wollheim and Catherine Moore and the world's shortest — one letter of the alphabet. His stories have been translated into six languages. Ackerman named the sexy comic-book character Vampirella and wrote the origin story for the comic.
Ackerman is fluent in the international language Esperanto, and claims to have walked down Hollywood Boulevard arm-in-arm with Leo G. Carroll singing La Espero, the hymn of Esperanto.
Through his magazine, Famous Monsters of Filmland (1958–1983), Forrest J Ackerman introduced the history of the science fiction, fantasy and horror film genres to a generation of young readers. At a time when most movie-related publications glorified the stars in front of the camera, "Uncle Forry", as he was referred to by many of his fans, promoted the behind-the-scenes artists involved in the magic of movies. In this way Ackerman provided inspiration to many who would later become successful artists, including Peter Jackson, Steven Spielberg, Tim Burton, Stephen King, Penn & Teller, Billy Bob Thornton, Gene Simmons (of the band Kiss), Rick Baker, George Lucas, Danny Elfman, Frank Darabont, John Landis and countless other writers, directors, artists and craftsmen.
In the 1960s, Ackerman organized the publication of an English translation in the U.S. of the German science fiction series Perry Rhodan, the longest science fiction series in history. These were published by Ace Books from 1969 through 1977. Ackerman's German-speaking wife Wendayne ("Wendy") did most of the translation. The American books were issued with varying frequency from one to as many as four per month. Ackerman also used the paperback series to promote science fiction short stories, including his own on occasion. These "magabooks" or "bookazines" also included a film review section, known as "Scientifilm World", and letters from readers. The American series came to an end when the management of Ace changed and the new management decided that the series was too juvenile for their taste. The last Ace issue was #118, which corresponded to German issue #126 as some of the Ace editions contained two of the German issues, and three of the German issues had been skipped. Forry later published translations of German issues #127 through #145 on his own under the Master Publications imprint. The original German series continues today and passed issue #2400 in 2007.
He has also contributed to film magazines from all around the world, including Spanish speaking La Cosa: Cine Fantástico magazine, from Argentina, where he had a monthly column for over four years.

Uncle Forry was the most accessible, friendly personality in science fiction, in my opinion. I had met him several times at conventions in earlier years and had dinner with him twice. He was quite a character-- even in his later years he possessed an effusive personality and coupled with encyclopedic memory capable of near-eidactic recall. I knew better than to challenge him any niggling point in the SF genre-- there wasn't any future in it. On the flip side, he was a genuinely caring and friendly man, not in the least bit arrogant and always a tad bewildered that people made such a fuss over him. His 100% unaffected sense of glee about life allowed him to get away with a sense of humor that was pure corn... I would groan at the same material from anybody else, but from Uncle Forry, you knew he meant it.
I won't be a hypocrite and pretend we were fast friends-- he was a fixture at many SF conventions from my youth and I greatly benefited from knowing him. His loss is a bitter blow. God rest, Uncle Forry. You lived exactly the life you wanted to and ended up, by accident or design, enriching the lives of those that knew you. Enjoy the Ackermanision in the sky.
5:44 PM
It is with great sadness that I observe the passing of a true literary great, Mr. George MacDonald Fraser, last Wednesday. Fraser, of course, was the author of the Flashman novels, which I have read and reread faithfully since the age of 12. I grew up with Flashman, and dare I say it, Mr. Fraser was a role model of sorts. His death is a sad loss for literature and humorous writing.
I quote, verbatim, a particularly good obit from the International Herald-Trib that I received in a passalong email. The author is Margalit Fox and the source link is cited.
Further Reading:
Obituary, the Times
George Fraser, OBE
I quote, verbatim, a particularly good obit from the International Herald-Trib that I received in a passalong email. The author is Margalit Fox and the source link is cited.
George MacDonald Fraser, 82, author of 'Flashman' novels January 3, 2008
By Margalit Fox
George MacDonald Fraser, a British writer whose popular novels about the
arch-rogue Harry Flashman followed their hero as he galloped, swashbuckled,
drank and womanized his way through many of the signal events of the 19th
century, died Wednesday on the Isle of Man. He was 82 and had made his home
there in recent years. The cause was cancer, said Vivienne Schuster, his
British literary agent.
Over nearly four decades, Fraser produced a dozen rollicking picaresques
centering on Flashman. The novels purport to be installments in a
multivolume "memoir," known collectively as the Flashman Papers, in which
the hero details his prodigious exploits in battle, with the bottle, and in
bed. In the process, Fraser cheerfully punctured the enduring ideal of a
long-vanished era in which men were men, tea was strong and the sun never
set on the British Empire.
The Flashman Papers include, among other titles, "Flashman" (World
Publishing, 1969); "Flashman in the Great Game" (Knopf, 1975); and, most
recently, "Flashman on the March" (Knopf, 2005).
The second volume in the series, "Royal Flash" (Knopf, 1970), was made into
a film of the same title in 1975, starring Malcolm McDowell as Flashman.
In what amounted to an act of literary retribution, Fraser plucked Flashman
from the pages of "Tom Brown's School Days," Thomas Hughes's classic novel
of English public-school life published in 1857. In that book, Tom, the
innocent young hero, repeatedly falls prey to a sadistic bully named
Flashman.
In Fraser's hands, the cruel, handsome Flashman is all grown up and in the
British Army, serving in India, Afghanistan and elsewhere. Now Brigadier
General Sir Harry Paget Flashman, he is a master equestrian, a pretty fair
duelist and a polyglot who can pitch woo in a spate of foreign tongues. He
is also a scoundrel, a drunk, a liar, a cheat, a braggart and a coward. (A
favorite combat strategy is to take credit for a victory from which he has
actually run away.)
Last, but most assuredly not least, Flashman is a serial adulterer who by
Volume 9 of the series has bedded 480 women. (That Flashman is married
himself, to the fair, dimwitted Elspeth, is no impediment. She cuckolds him
left and right, in any case.)
Readers adored him. Today, the Internet is populated with a bevy of Flashman
fan sites. Flashman's exploits take him to some of the most epochal events
of his time, from British colonial campaigns to the American Civil War, in
which he magnanimously serves on both the Union and the Confederate sides.
He rubs up against eminences like Queen Victoria, Oscar Wilde, Florence
Nightingale and Abraham Lincoln. For his work, Flashman earns a string of
preposterous awards, including a knighthood, the Victoria Cross and the
Medal of Honor.
Fraser was so skilled as a mock memoirist that he had some early readers
fooled. Writing in The New York Times in 1969 after the first novel was
published, Alden Whitman said:
"So far, 'Flashman' has had 34 reviews in the United States. Ten of these
found the book to be genuine autobiography."
The son of Scottish parents, George MacDonald Fraser was born on April 2,
1925, in Carlisle, England, near the Scottish border. His boyhood reading,
like that of nearly every British boy of his generation, included "Tom
Brown's School Days."
In World War II, Fraser served in India and Burma with the Border Regiment.
His memoir of the war in Burma, "Quartered Safe Out Here" (Harvill), was
published in 1993.
After leaving the military, Fraser embarked on a journalism career, working
for newspapers in England, Canada and Scotland. He eventually became the
assistant editor of The Glasgow Herald and, in the 1960s, was briefly its
editor.
Tiring of newspaper work, Fraser decided, as he later said in interviews, to
"write my way out" with an original Victorian novel.
In a flash, he remembered Flashman, and the first book tumbled out in the
evenings after work.
"In all, it took 90 hours, no advance plotting, no revisions, just tea and
toast and cigarettes at the kitchen table," he said in an interview quoted
in the reference work "Authors and Artists for Young Adults."
His other books include several non-Flashman novels, among them "Mr.
American" (Simon & Schuster, 1980); "The Pyrates" (Knopf, 1984); and "Black
Ajax" (HarperCollins, 1997). With Richard Maibaum and Michael G. Wilson,
Fraser wrote the screenplay for the James Bond film "Octopussy," released in
1983.
Fraser's latest book, "The Reavers," a non-Flashman novel, is scheduled to
be published by Knopf in April.
Further Reading:
Obituary, the Times
George Fraser, OBE
1:40 PM
Vio Con Dios, you crazy, crazy man.
Mister Nizz

When I was a kid, Evel Knievel was the archtype of cool. Seems like he was in the news all the time back in those days.. the days of jumping semi trucks, and Las Vegas, and even that Gawd Awful Snake River canyon jump..
Evel passed from this life last Friday, dying relatively painlessly, which is ironic considering the life he led. The man that boasted of having broken nearly every bone in his body ended up dying of natural causes.
In the late 1990's, Knievel's health began declining steadily. Knievel had a life saving liver transplant in February of 1999 as a result of suffering the long term effects from Hepatitis C. He contracted the disease after one of the numerous blood transfusions he received prior to 1992. In 2005, he was diagnosed with idiopathic pulmonary fibrosis, an incurable and terminal lung disease that required him to be on supplemental oxygen 24-hours a day. In 2006, Evel had an internal morphine pain pump surgically implanted to help him with the excruciating pain in his deteriorated lower back, one of the costs of incurring so many traumas over the course of his career as a daredevil. He also had two strokes since 2005, but neither left him with severe debilitation.
He died at Clearwater, Florida, on November 30, 2007, aged 69 years. He had been suffering from diabetes and idiopathic pulmonary fibrosis for many years. Longtime friend Billy Rundle reported that Knievel had trouble breathing while at his residence in Clearwater, but died before the ambulance could reach the hospital. "It's been coming for years, but you just don't expect it. Superman just doesn't die, right?" was Rundle's reaction. In his last interview, he told Maxim Magazine, "You can’t ask a guy like me why I performed. I wanted to fly through the air. I was a daredevil, a performer. I loved the thrill, the money, the whole macho thing. All those things made me Evel Knievel. Sure, I was scared. You gotta be an asshole not to be scared. But I beat the hell out of death."
A lot of childhood icons have passed this year (do a sort on the obit label some time), but Knievel was one of the most memorable. So long, you crazy man. May your eternity be without a single twinge of arthritis pain.
1:16 PM
With great sorrow and humility, I must report the passing of Mr. Dave MacRae of the Baggage Train. He suffered a disasterous stroke while setting up at Fall In! last weekend and was medevaced to a nearby hospital. His condition did not improve and he was unresponsive until late Sunday. The following official notice was made on the HMGS "Official List" the other day by FI! Assistant Director Mattes:
It is with great sorrow that I have to report that Dave MacRae
owner of the Baggage Train and long time friend and supporter
of HMGS-East passed away Sunday after suffering a stroke in
Gettysburg on Friday evening. Our prayers go out to his family.
I have called left amessage of condolences for his loss. If I hear
anything back I willpost to the forum.
Very Respectfully
James Mattes
Fall In! Deputy Director
I did not know Dave personally all that well, though I had both played games with him and bought stuff from him over the years. His was one of the countless faces that I have catalogued in my head where I could not pleasantly and strike up a small conversation about .. well, just about anything. There's a lot of guys like Dave in this hobby; people I wished I knew better but likely never will have the chance to. Thanks for your contributions to the hobby, Dave, we will all miss you.
V/R
Mr. Nizz
PS: Fall-IN! travelogue post (traditional for me) has been delayed somewhat... I'm clearing some space off of my picturetrail account. I took about 63 pictures.
It is with great sorrow that I have to report that Dave MacRae
owner of the Baggage Train and long time friend and supporter
of HMGS-East passed away Sunday after suffering a stroke in
Gettysburg on Friday evening. Our prayers go out to his family.
I have called left amessage of condolences for his loss. If I hear
anything back I willpost to the forum.
Very Respectfully
James Mattes
Fall In! Deputy Director
I did not know Dave personally all that well, though I had both played games with him and bought stuff from him over the years. His was one of the countless faces that I have catalogued in my head where I could not pleasantly and strike up a small conversation about .. well, just about anything. There's a lot of guys like Dave in this hobby; people I wished I knew better but likely never will have the chance to. Thanks for your contributions to the hobby, Dave, we will all miss you.
V/R
Mr. Nizz
PS: Fall-IN! travelogue post (traditional for me) has been delayed somewhat... I'm clearing some space off of my picturetrail account. I took about 63 pictures.
12:16 PM
Farewell, Jake
The recent 9-11 anniversary was made all the more poignant by the passing of a truly great local resident, and the lack of attention it received in the wake of our annual hand-wringing over 9-11 vexed me beyond belief. Washington DC owes much of its offbeat musical heritage to one man, Mr. Jake Einstein. He was a media mogul (of sorts) that owned WHFS radio (102.3 on the dial in the old days, 99.1 after that, now a thing of blessed memory). Commercial WHFS filled the void between college radio and the tepid playlists of radio in the 80s. If WHFS had a playlist, it wasn't extremely obvious. You couldn't predict the next song that would come over the airwaves. The existence of a legendary hardcore punk scene in DC owes much to WHFS and its eccentric programming. My favorite DJs were the extremely off-beat Weasel (real name: Jonathan Gilbert, with his high pitched, radio disaster voice and simply encyclopaedic knowledge of anything to do with music) and Damien (Jake's son, who's speech impediment, a souvenier of a disasterous car accident, would have put paid to any radio career.. except at WHFS).Eventually WHFS of old reputation (102.3) got sold, and the whole kit and caboodle moved down the dial to 99.1 MHz. That station brought the first Lollapalooza festival to the DC area). The new owners paid homage to "alternative" for several years, and even had some decent djs on the air now and then (I recall lending my treasured copy of the Shaggs to one of them at a party, and sure enough, she put MY PAL FOOT FOOT on the air!). Never got it back, dammit. Alas, commercial radio is a hard road to hoe, and eventually the new owners dropped the alternative format, going to mainstream rock for several years before switching to a Spanish-language format nearly two years ago. The great years are gone for good.
Some of the staff and the record library moved over to Jake Einstein's new station, WRNR in Annapolis. It is as close to a duplicate of the old WHFS as is possible. Damian is still on the air. Annapolis is too far away for me to reach. Weasel never left radio, and is now on the air with the supsiciously similar 94.7 The Globe in D.C. I'll take my musical quirkiness where I can get it.
I did work in D.C. radio for a while, right out of college. My first job was writing for a syndicated program that had played on HFS in the old days. Jake had sold the station long before, but he was still very active in the radio scene and I met him a few times, and always considered him a bit of a genius in an offbeat way. The world is lessened by his absence.
Jake, you meant so much to me personally and untold thousands of other listeners. I'm really going to miss you.
12:03 PM
Notice, when you feel happy
Mister Nizz
Kurt Vonnegut, farewell
"I've given up on (writing another fiction work) ... It won't happen. ... The Army kept me on because I could type, so I was typing other people's discharges and stuff. And my feeling was, 'Please, I've done everything I was supposed to do. Can I go home now?' That's what I feel right now. I've written books. Lots of them. Please, I've done everything I'm supposed to do. Can I go home now?" -- Kurt Vonnegut, 2006.Kurt Vonnegut passed away last night, from complications arising from a nasty fall that gave him irreversible brain damage. If you want particulars, see HERE. To say that I'm saddened just doesn't cut it. However, I sense that Vonnegut may have seen the end of the course and didn't want to fight it any more. Goodbye, Kurt. I will miss you. I loved your stories and essays over the years. I appreciated your views on politics, humanism, and current events. You can go home now.
For those of us left here, read the stories,
http://www.vonnegut.com/
http://www.vonnegutweb.com/
1:43 PM
Farewell Takamoto-San.
Mister Nizz
First Joe Barbara and now this...
From BBC Online:
Iwao Takamoto, the US animator who created cartoon dogs Scooby-Doo and Muttley, has died aged 81.
He was responsible for characters from The Flintstones and The Jetsons when he worked for the Hanna-Barbera studio.
And he assisted in the design of films including Peter Pan, 101 Dalmatians and Cinderella, during a career spanning more than six decades.
Mr Takamoto was a vice-president at Warner Bros Animation at the time of his death, caused by heart failure.
He said he created Scooby-Doo after talking to someone who looked after Great Danes.
Informal training
The dog breeder showed him pictures and "talked about the important points of a Great Dane, like a straight back, straight legs, small chin and such", Mr Takamoto explained.
"I decided to go the opposite [way] and gave him a hump back, bowed legs, big chin and such. Even his colour is wrong."
Mr Takamoto also created Fred, Velma, Shaggy and Daphne
The character was named after a scat-style phrase at the end of Frank Sinatra's song Strangers in the Night, which contained the phrase "dooby-doo".
Mr Takamoto - who also co-directed the 1973 film Charlotte's Web - was born in Los Angeles in 1925.
He received informal training in illustration techniques from fellow Japanese-Americans in a prison camp, where he spent part of World War II.
His death occurred less than a month after that of Hanna-Barbera co-founder Joseph Barbera, who was 95.
Mr Barbera's business partner, William Hanna, died in 2001.
9:06 AM
Farewell Saddam
Mister Nizz
Mature Content. Do not click unless...
You want to see something somewhat gory.
And thus passes our convenient stooge in the Fertile Crescent, Saddam. Once a convenient bludgeon against the Iranians (back in the days when we once bankrolled him, back when he was gleefully committing atrocities.. but more importantly, he was killing Iranians) ...

... and now he takes the long jump for his crimes. How do I feel about it? Almost indifferent. I considered him an enemy of the state when he was alive, so his death enters that fuzzy area where I don't carp as much about violating my sense of disgust over capital punishment. It was kinda, sorta, happening as an act during wartime.
On the other hand, I wonder if it truly was neccesary. Saddam's time in the sun has been over for three years. He was finished. Was this act of political vengeance neccesary, considering the price that will be paid in lives? Time will tell.
10:27 AM
Goodbye: Godfather of Soul, Jerry Ford
Mister Nizz
I know, it's old news
But I thought I'd mention it in passing. James Brown died on Christmas Day, but I was too sick to care enough to post anything on here. That's the way of things-- read the particulars in the NY Times if you need too. I will certainly miss him.. he had style. It would be hypocritical to say "I was a big fan" but I had a few of his CDs. He made an indelible impression on me way back in the 80s when he played at the played at the POST OFFICE PAVILLION for New Years' Eve (I forget which year but I remember LIVING IN AMERICA was his big hit that year (and it played in Rocky IV which should date it a bit). He put on a hell of a show, playing for hours and hours, and this was a man in his late 50s/early 60s!
I hope God holds you in the palm of His hand, soul man. You were the hardest working man in show business.
What can I say about the death of Jerry Ford that hasn't been said already? Like the man's presidency, he a decent chap that went unnoticed in the grand scheme of things. I was very young during the Ford presidency but even then I felt that the guy was a placeholder. Let's face it, "Whip Inflation Now" buttons aren't going to get you a very noticeable place in history. Still, Ford was our first and only (so far) appointed president, and
2:36 PM
R.I.P. Peter Boyle
Mister Nizz
Puttin' on the Ritz in Paradise
Peter Boyle, the ascerbic, misogynistic father on the hit show EVERYONE LOVES RAYMOND but more famous to ME as the misunderstood monster in the classic comedy YOUNG FRANKNSTEIN, has passed away at age 71.

Keep stomping around heaven in those size 15 lead monster boots, Peter. We all will miss you and I will say a prayer for your famiy.
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"He's NOT alive......!"

3:40 PM
Anna Nicole Smith's son dies suddenly
Mister Nizz
I'd say he died of acute embarassment
I was startled to find out that uberzaftig former reality show star Anna Nicole Smith had a grown son, and he passed away. At the age of 20. And drugs weren't involved. Honest.
(emphasis is mine...)
Source: Associated Press
Cause of Smith son's death investigated
By JESSICA ROBERTSON, Associated Press Writer
Police investigating the death of Anna Nicole Smith's 20-year-old son said they had no evidence that he had suffered a heart attack or that drugs were involved.
The cause of death remained under investigation Tuesday.
The Nassau Guardian, citing unidentified sources, reported Monday that Daniel Wayne Smith had died of a heart attack. On Tuesday, the newspaper reported that a preliminary investigation found that Smith had antidepressants in his system. It cited sources close to the case.
Reginald Ferguson, assistant commissioner of the Royal Bahamian Police Force, dismissed the reports. "That's just talk, we have no evidence at this time to suggest that," he told The Associated Press, when asked whether drugs had contributed to Smith's death.
Earlier, the commissioner told People magazine that there was no evidence "at this time" that the young man had suffered a heart attack.
Smith died Saturday while visiting his celebrity mother in the hospital three days after she gave birth to a girl.
A funeral home hired by the family said Tuesday it expected to receive Smith's body after an autopsy is completed.
"Once the hospital has released the remains to our establishment, we are then able to process all of the documents for repatriation to California," said Loretta Butler-Turner of Butler's Funeral Homes & Crematoriums.
Police said they were investigating the death as they would any other in the Caribbean country, and they were waiting for a pathologist's report to determine the cause.
"We have got to give them to time to do their job professionally and properly. I wait for them," Ferguson told the AP.
It was unclear whether a coroner had completed the autopsy, or if police would release the results.
"If the family requests that the information not be given out, then certainly, I imagine we would do as they ask," Ferguson said.
The body was identified at the morgue Monday by Smith's lawyer, Howard K. Stern, who is also handling arrangements with the funeral home, Butler said.
Smith was the product of his mother's 1985 marriage to Billy Smith. The couple, who met while working together at Jim's Krispy Fried Chicken in Mexia, Texas, divorced in 1987. The son had small roles in her movies "Skyscraper" and "To the Limit."
Robin Bonnema, a spokeswoman for Trimspa, the diet products company that has been endorsed by Anna Nicole Smith, said she did not know the name of the baby girl's father.
The 38-year-old reality TV star married Texas oil tycoon J. Howard Marshall II in 1994, when she was 26 and he was 89. He died the following year.
She then feuded with Marshall's son, Pierce Marshall, over her entitlement to the tycoon's estate before he died in June at age 67.
In the long-running dispute, Smith had won a $474 million judgment, which was cut to about $89 million, and eventually reduced to zero. In May, the U.S. Supreme Court ruled that the Smith could continue to pursue her claim in federal courts in California despite a Texas state court ruling that Marshall's youngest son was the sole heir.
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On the Net:
http://www.annanicole.com/
9:46 AM
Crocodile Hunter RIP Message
Mister Nizz
11:03 AM
Lord Bagel R.I.P.
Mister Nizz

It's been a hard couple of weeks
Tragedy seems unrelenting at times. Yesterday, Drey and I were informed of the tragic death of one David Baker, aka "Lord Bagel", a popular juggler with the Virginia Rennaissance Faire. Brian Whitaker and I had been volunteering to run outreach programs for HMGS at the Fair, and so got to know the cast reasonably well.
Bagel was a stalwart of the Virginia Fair, having been a principle cast member, performer, and talent coordinator for the show's performers. In no small part, it was due to his enthusiasm and encouragement that many of the performers would take part in the fair on a voluntary basis.
Details are not very clear, but apparently his body was found next to his Vespa Motor scooter somewhere near the American University in Washington DC (where he was heading to assist a juggling act), possibly the victim of a hit and run accident. He appears to have expired at some unknown DC hospital (Sibley) at some point early yesterday. He had been onsite at the Lake Anna Winery earlier that day, working on finishing the stages (typically, as a voluntary effort), where he was last seen alive.
Bagel was 35. He is survived by his son Loki, who is probably too young to understand what just happened.
It would be hypocritical to say we were pals. I barely knew David. The extent of our exchanges were a few idle words over a beer at the Tavern. But I could easily see the quality of the man, and recognize what a blow this will be for those he leaves behind.
Fair winds and following seas, Bagel. May God hold you in the palm of His hand.

Some of Bagel's friends have put up a memorial website: http://www.rememberingbagel.com/
ALL images copyright 2006 Virginia Rennaissance Festival
3:25 PM
Jim Baen R.I.P.
Mister Nizz

Jim Baen has passed on
And that's sad news indeed. In my earlier plea for good kharma, I noted he was ailing, but I had no idea the prognosis was so hopeless. Dave Drake, his personal friend for many years, wrote his obit on his website, and has put Jim's passing into words far better than I ever could.
"Second star from the right, and straight on 'til morning!"

We'll miss you, Jim!
12:35 PM

With great sorrow...
I note the passing of Rebecca King, wife of my friend Doug King. Becky was a great friend of mine, back before she and Doug moved with the rest of the AOL technical staff down to Florida, then we sort of lost touch. Becky was a guiding light in the Society for Creative Anachronisms here in this area, and went by the name "Meghan Pengwyn" (her 'arms' or heraldry being a giant Emperor Penguin). In my SCA persona as Benedict Scattergoode, I was in her "household" within the society, along with Doug, Marsha Goddell, and a few others-- which was, in turn, part of House Oldcastle.
I got the call from Doug last week. Needless to say, he and Becky were a matching pair, and he is pretty devastated, but is managing to maintain his trademark sense of humor. Somehow.
Becky was never in the greatest of health. She dealt with weight issues, and joint problems, and weird blood chemistry and tendonitis and a host of other ills. In one of life's bitter ironies, things were starting to sort themselves out last year when suddenly, she was hit with a devastating stroke that left her mostly paralyzed.
Becky was all about grace and kindness. She welcomed me into her circle of friends with open arms and I always felt at home hanging out with her and the ladies of the Ladies Sewing Circle and Terrorist Society, clodhopper that I was.
To illustrate her sense of humor, which was wicked and geeky:
Becky was a receptionist at NPR. One day one of the hosts walks past her, with CHARLTON HESTON in tow. Becky loved the same movies I did. So she was thinking.. "Damn! It's Charlton Heston! OMEGA MAN Charlton Heston! SOYLENT GREEN Charlton Heston!!! Taylor from PLANET OF THE APESCharlton Heston!!!! Freakin' BEN HUR Charlton Heston!!!!! I can't just let him walk by me without saying ANYTHING???" But she was all star-struck and tongue-tied, so he went by in stately fashion with Becky choking on what to say. As they rounded the corner, she let loose with a shouted:
SOYLENT GREEN IS PEEEEEE-OPLE!!
The host came back later to tell her that Heston actually bent double laughing at that, and laughed all the way to the interview booth.
Drey still tells stories of one of our first dates, which was a game night at Doug and Becky's house, and my reply to her Scattegory question ("What do you fear the most? the letter is O... "Ovulation!")
To steal from Gouthye, If life were measured by accomplishments, most of us would die in infancy. Becky wasn't a Noble Prize winning physicist, she didn't find a cure for AIDS, she didn't solve the Quandry of the Middle East. But she did make me (and many others) feel welcome in her life. I'll miss her terribly.
Good luck unraveling the great mystery, Beck. I love you.
9:42 PM
In Memorium
Mister Nizz

Kurt Lortz, RIP
Just received this off of the Society of the Daisy Yahoogroup. Sad news.
Message 1
From: "ladystahrxxxxx
Date: Fri May 19, 2006 6:01pm(PDT)
Subject: Sad News
It is with sadness that I pass this information along:
Kurt Lortz, 54, "Emperor of the World" and creator of Chaosium's Panzer Pranks, passed away on May 15, 2006, after an extended illness. Those of you who have been around gaming for a long time more than likely either knew him, or you know his brother, Steve Lortz.
Calling hours were held tonight at Robert Loose Funeral Home in Anderson, Indiana. Services will be Saturday, May 20, at 2:30 p.m.
Memorial contributions may be made to the charity of the donor's choice.
We'll all miss you, Kurt....
Indeed we will. I never met Kurt, but this informatin saddens me, because I can judge a man by his works, and Kurt made some funny stuff.
4:05 PM


Hammer Director and Producer VAL GUEST is dead
Hammer Films pioneer Val Guest passed away this week. He was a pioneering director for my one of my favorite horror studios, Hammer Films out of England. Val directed Hammer's first big hit, THE QUARTERMASS EXPERIMENT, and the sequel, QUARTERMASS AND THE PIT. I met him briefly in the 1980s, at some horror film convention whose name has receded into the mists of time. He was quite a gent, friendly and self-effacing, and always extremely polite.
It seems only fitting that FANGORIA should post an appreciation of Val's career.
We'll miss you, Val. Enjoy the Choir Celestial.
4:12 PM
His passing makes the world a lesser place
Mister Nizz

Stanislaw Lem is dead

The author of SOLARIS, PIRX THE PILOT,and THE CYBERIAD has passed away. Stanislaw Lem, a Polish writer whose brand of science fiction was what I would describe as "humanist", has died. Apparently of natural causses.
WARSAW, Poland Mar 27, 2006 (AP)— Stanislaw Lem, a popular science fiction writer whose novel "Solaris" was filmed twice, died Monday in his native Poland, his secretary said. He was 84.
Lem died in Krakow, Wojciech Zemek told The Associated Press. Zemek did not give other details or the cause of death, citing only Lem's advanced age.
Lem was one of the most popular science fiction authors of recent decades to write in a language other than English, and his works were translated from Polish into more than 40 other languages. His books have sold 27 million copies.
His best-known work, "Solaris," was adapted into films by Andrei Tarkovsky in 1972 and by Steven Soderbergh in 2002. The latter starred George Clooney and Natascha McElhone.
His first important novel, "Hospital of the Transfiguration," was censored by communist authorities for eight years before its release in 1956 amid a thaw following the death of Josef Stalin.
Lem's other works include "The Invincible," "The Cyberiad," "His Master's Voice," "The Star Diaries," "The Futurological Congress" and "Tales of Prix the Pilot."
Copyright, 2006 ABC News
Even though Lem's fiction had died down to a trickle in the 90s and nothing in the early years of the millenium, I will still miss him. His contribution to fiction (and not just science fiction) added a unique and quirky voice to the tumult.
I'm getting to be of the age when a lot of the early influences in my life, literary and otherwise, are joining the choir celestial. It's a sad phase, but I don't want this blog to be a neverending series of obits with me making sad faces. Lem lived a life worthy of celebration.
Salut, Stanislaus





