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"It's a nice day for a walk in the cemetery." This is one of the first things I hear as I join the group of Death Hags (their unofficial title) that have united in front of Bette Davis' grave at Forest Lawn Cemetery during this Sunday afternoon meeting. It's a beautiful spring day and all I can think is I'm on my way to see John Ritter's grave, and Dawn of the Dead opened this weekend. I think I just might fit in. This meeting
couldn't have happened without its cult leader...uh...
But tracing the steps of celebrities' demises was becoming a passion for him. "Actually I started Find a Death while I was in London. When (Princess) Diana died, through my visa requirements, I was unable to get to the tunnel. It made me crazy not being able to leave, Paris was right next door. When I finally got the chance to do it, I started taking pictures and showing them to friends online. I started assembling these biographies, or the ends of people's biographies, on my website." Scott now spends his days investigating the deaths of the rich and famous. "It depends on who you're researching. People like Cary Grant are easy. People like Aunt Bea from The Andy Griffith Show are a bit more difficult. I read something about Susan Cabot (Wasp Woman). On a whim someone sent me the autopsy report. By the end of the day I was done because I had all the information. This woman was murdered by her dwarf son with a weightlifting barbell. He hid it in a box of laundry detergent and claimed some ninjas beat her up. Susan Cabot isn't marked at Hillside Cemetery, so (at the last gathering) we all signed a little memorial thing for her so she'd have a marker. It's silly but it was heartfelt." Is Susan
Cabot the most interesting death featured on his site? Not by a long shot.
Scott reveals to me who he thinks takes the Find a Death cake. "Albert
Dekker was not a very huge star. He was in Dr. Cyclops and
East of Eden. They found him in a bathroom, locked from the inside,
hanging from a shower curtain with a horse's bit in his mouth, a noose
around his neck, tied around the shower pipe, tied up to his hands which
are handcuffed behind him holding on to the noose. He had a vagina drawn
in lipstick on his stomach. He had a sunrise on one of his nipples. On
one of his buttocks was 'make me suck' on the other was 'whip'! It was
suicide. Auto-erotic-asphyxiation. The policeman said the only thing missing
was a vampire bite!"
After he takes us on a tour of the graves as Liberace, Andy Gibb and yes, John Ritter (I admit it was a strange thrill) the Death Hags congregate at the Bette Davis Picnic Grounds to finish up the day with lunch and good conversation. As the warm suns beats down on us, I begin to wonder what Scott's take is on our undying fascination with dying. "It's historical and it's hysterical. Death is the one thing no one can explain. It's the last sort of mystery that no one will ever have the answer to, though a lot of people claim to. I think that's the attraction." And he gets an attraction. There are at least twenty of us in attendance. I guess it was ignorance, but I was expecting a group of gothy grave-hunters in Dead Can Dance T-shirts. Instead I'm surrounded by many interesting people who come for very singular reasons. This is Bonnie Mannion's second gathering. She laughs and says "Scott really knows what he's talking about with all these deaths!" A life long fascination drew her and her friend Steve, who likes to attend funerals of the famous (they had recently attended Ann Miller's). The owner of Beneath Los Angeles, Steve Goldstein, is in attendance. By day he works in payroll services, and by night he's the guy you see taking pictures of gravestones of the 'Famous, Infamous and Just Plain Dead.' "The site was created to promote the book Beneath Los Angeles, which still isn't published," Steve explains. "The website grew out of the book idea. It's been about four years now and really taken on a life of its own. It's not a guide. It's mostly photographs of the graves with captions, information, and wherever possible a little humor." Steve admits that most people are taken aback by this odd hobby, but once he begins to talk about the historical interest he says most people tend to lighten up and are a bit curious as to how he finds graves. "(I do) all kinds of research. I read a lot of books and watch a lot of documentaries. Sites like Find A Grave and books like Final Curtain (helped me). It took some of the challenge out, but some of the fun out too." However there are still rewarding parts to the hunt. "Charlie Chaplin's infant son's name is Norman Spencer Chaplin, but it doesn't say that on his gravestone. It just says 'The Little Mouse.' I searched for him for years. I finally found him and I literally fell to my knees."
I'm also introduced to Mike Steen, better known as the Mortician to the Stars. "I knew I wanted to be a funeral director by the age of 10. My uncle died after a massive heart attack but he looked the same. To a 10 year old, if he looked the same, how bad could it have been? I just took one look at the family funeral director and I said I wanted to be like him." Mike has been able to take this most unusual profession and parlay it into a fascinating book titled Celebrity Death Certificates which goes hand in hand with his beautifully concise website of the same name. Eric Willis tells me his brother was a fan of the site. When he died Eric sent his brother's bio to Scott and they began corresponding. Coincidentally, Eric's first 'Death Hag' meeting fell on his brother's birthday. Eric comes as a tribute. Even love can be found at a gathering. Scott informs me "Christine met her boyfriend at my first 'Death Hag' meeting in L.A. And now they live together. Even relationships have formed!" You can call
it a tribute, you can call it a hobby or you can just blame it on pure
fascination but regardless you're bound to find yourself caught up in
Scott's clever site. He may even get back into the tour business. "My
plan is to start another tour. The Dearly Departed Tours, the Tragical
History Tour. That's where it all going very soon." As for the
gatherings, he says there's no rhyme or reason to them yet, but join his
mailing list and he'll let you know when he plans to go-a-hunting again!
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