October 29, 1943 – January 19, 1996
In the book, You’ll Never Make Love in This Town Again, one of the whores named Tiffany talks of her experiences with Simpson as, “An education in pain.” She goes on to describe different scenarios, most involving S&M and bondage and the obligatory video tape. I always thought that those particular deeds are more about psychology than getting off, but then obviously Simpson was well screwed up in the brain.
In his life, he and partner Jerry Bruckheimer were producers of such films as Top Gun, Crimson Tide, Beverly Hills Cop, and Bad Boys. Without a doubt, between them, they were the very successful, and the world would continue to be at their feet, if they kept it up. They couldn’t. Days of Thunder being a great example.
His appetite for illegal drugs and illicit sex were legendary. He had a passion for plastic surgery as well, having at least 10 operations, including Collagen in the lips, cheeks and chin, Forehead lift, eyebrow, liposuction on his belly, and fat injected in his penis. Lovely.
On January 19, 1996 he was found dead at 5pm on the toilet, in his Stone Canyon home.
He was reading the Oliver Stone biography. He was only 52 years old.
Here’s the house, and here’s the mailbox.
You can almost hear the whores whispering “jesus…” as they passed through the gates, knowing exactly what kind of time they were in for.
With the announcement of his death, the coroner issued a statement, “there were no drugs around, no drug paraphernalia, nothing to show any drugs were involved.” Riiiiiight.
In his body were the following drugs: Toradol, Librium, Ativan, Valium, Depakote, Thorazine, Cogentin, Vistaril, and Lorazepam. There were also 19 others, including morphine. His monthly prescription bill was in excess of 60,000 dollars a month. With his booze and coke habit at all, its apparent the Don was not a fussy eater.
Michael Eisner, his former boss at Paramount, and now head of Disney, was notified and responded with, “I’ve been waiting for this call for 20 years.”
The official cause of death was: Combined effects of multiple drug intake.
There was a memorial for him at Morton’s. Warren Beatty, Michelle Pfeiffer, Don Johnson, Nick Nolte, Richard Dreyfuss and Will Smith, and others were in attendance. We loved him. He was fabulous.
Don was cremated at Westwood Memorial Park, and his ashes were given to his family. If they wanted to be appropriate, someone should have taken a credit card, and divided him evenly amongst family members, but secretly keeping the larger portion for themselves.
Thanks to my pals at www.celebritycollectables.com, I received my report of Don’s estate. He was worth a little over 10 million. Lots of stocks, and of course the obligatory people eeking out of the woodwork to claim something from the corpse. Interesting stuff in there.
Thanks to Mike Steen for the death certificate, and please get Mike’s book. Its a must for any serious Death Hag.
He lived and died much like Elvis. On the toilet.
So much for, ” Is there a Dr in the house…..(anyone….anyone)”
Not bad. Genuine humor… The anyone….anyone really cinched it!
Yes, Don’s Doctor Feelgood died in his house several months before Don himself bought the farm.
The doc’s death caused his longtime pal Jerry Bruckheimer to break their relationship for good and Don spiraled down even more quickly to his inevitable end.
I did read that book by the whores in Hollywood. Simpson was the worst John(and Don) in history. I can’t repeat the sick stuff he did to these ladies. The call girl “Tiffany” in the book is featured in the obscure documentary on Simpson, it’s on YouTube in pieces GL in finding it. Rough gal, I would never reveal her real name…okay it’s Alexandra!
Sounds like we’ve had some similar experiences…. If you haven’t already, might want to check out my Andy Gibb post. My VP in-the-know-person was a co-worker named Lauren… aka Elizabeth. Thanks for the update –
I could swear remembering news reports that Simpson had a physician “houseguest” living in his pool house. Also recall physician being subsequently indicted for massively over prescribing to Simpson (think Elvis level insane) and, while that was ongoing, the Doc himself OD’d.
I knew Don when he lived in Sausalito in the apt. below ours. He was always a little scary and distant, but he was also fun and generous. He was the smartest, hippest .person I’d ever known. He stayed at our house on the very night before he left for LA. I came home late one night to find him waiting for me, pacing in the dark living room. He had already packed his car with all his clothes and someone had stolen everything except the car. He was frantic. He told me he was desperate. He couldn’t go to LA without his clothes. He asked me to lend him $300. He wrote me a little IOU note. I’d always been a little intimidated by Don, so it was really something for him to be asking me for a favor.
Everyone said I was stupid to expect him to pay me back, but he did. And later he let me and his friend , who was my boyfriend, stay with him in his house in Laurel Canyon. Jerry Bruckheimer lived next door.
They may have been partners then, I don’t know, but they were both doing well and knew some big players.
I left LA and never spoke to Don again. It wasn’t surprising when I heard how successful he became.
So much has been written about what a damaged, terrible person he was. He wasn’t always like that.