The detective work on this is certainly being kept under wraps. I won't even begin to try to speculate on how this came about, other than to say we have learned that the woman who died with him wasn't his wife. This probably gets uglier, I fear.
I talked to the big man on Bourbon Street a couple of years ago. He was unassuming and friendly to the point of modesty, appreciative of all the kind words being tossed his way. He never stopped smiling and was more than happy to sign autographs, especially from all the Cougars that were showering him with praise and adoration--it was a car show convention.
Really hated reading about his violent end. He seemed on a path to try to do some good with his post-playing fame and means.
