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ANNA NICOLE SMITH - What can be said about Anna? Better yet, what won't be said about Anna. Either way, her voyage here to Club Dead
is just a new chapter to her story, as her poor baby - with five fathers and possibly hundreds of millions - is just beginning her, uh, eventful(?), 'life'. |
STEVE IRWIN - Only being eaten by a crocodile on his trip to Club Dead could have topped what really happened to Steve. A cobra or an anaconda -
maybe - but a stingray? There's just no history there. No matter, he was wrestling a wild animal - fitting nonetheless. A legend is born. |
ALEXANDER LITVINENKO - It's difficult to aquire fame when you're a spy - especially a dead one. But 'ol Alex here
has pulled it off. A former KGB agent coming to Club Dead courtesy of poisoning by the former KGB (allegedly) should give Alex at least obscure
noteriety for some time to come. |
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ELVIS PRESLEY - He's still 'The King' here at Club Dead. And yet another generation has passed without his fame dwindling.
It's troubling to think of Elvis onstage in his eighties, as it was getting obvoius he would not stop performing. |
NATALIE WOOD - For a while, Natalie only stirred memories of a bad investigation and tasteless 'No I'm not showering, I'll
just wash up on the beach' jokes. But for the most part, vacationing here at Club Dead has resurrected memories of the Natalie of old. |
FREDDIE MERCURY - Born Farrokh Bulsara, Freddie was destined to be just another Zoroastrian rock star from Zanzibar before coming to Club Dead.
'Bohemian Rhapsody' may well become the national anthem of some emerging country, instead of the pathetic Bronson stage act it would have become being performed
by Freddie and the guys in thier 60's. |
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KURT COBAIN - Using a shotgun to get to Club Dead at the height of his career seemed to guarantee Kurt immortality. In his
suicide note he said that he could no longer do justice to his own music. In retrospect, the prospect of waking up to Coutrney Love every day, and
that his music was increasingly reffered to as 'that whiny, self-indulgent grunge crap' seemed reason enough. |
JIMMY HOFFA - No one ever really doubted that Jimmy had made it here to Club Dead, the question of who his travel agent was kept
him famous. As time went on, the most intriguing thing about Jimmy was that he might be buried in the end zone of Giants Stadium. But that
too now seems to be losing it's appeal. |
SHARON TATE - This little known, untalented acress barely had noteriety as the wife of film director Roman Polanski, but became a lengend
after being murdered by the Manson family. Found stabbed and hung, Sharon's trip to Club Dead was a famously greusome crime scene. Over time,
however, other mass murderers and Hollywood one upped Manson and the gang, leaving poor Sharon forgettable again. |
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GRIGORI RASPUTIN - Although legendary here now, Rasputin was not eager to get to Club Dead. After being given enough poison to kill ten men,
shot in the back four times, beaten unconcious by two men with clubs, and then thrown into a frozen river - Rasputin was foud with his fingertips
nearly gone, as if he had tried to claw his way through the ice. He's still tight lipped on that. |
KING TUT - Being a boy king really wasn't that uncommon five thousand years ago. When the average lifespan was thirty, it was almost
a necessity. Tut's stay here at Club Dead would have went unnoticed if not for his outrageous taste in coffins. Talk about 'bling'! |
AMELIA EARHART - No, she's not still wandering around some island in the Pacific - she's right here at Club Dead. As the most famous
missing person of all time, Amelia is a legend - instaed of just a chick who digs planes. |
HARRY HOUDINI - Although he never thought he would, Harry loves it here at Club Dead. After arriving, he soon canceled his plans for a short stay, then completing
his greatest escape. Oddly enough, he and Rasputin have become great friends, and are practically inseparable. |
