"Get Outta My Garage!"
If you’re old enough to understand that reference, you can’t be much younger than I am at best. I’m having one of THOSE birthdays this week end. To celebrate, I’m going to help some friends muck out their Family Camp in preparation for the 2008 season.
I dug up that picture as a response to the black banner that is currently hanging on my office door. Incidentally, I looked up Freddie Prinze in Wikipedia. I had forgotten that he had killed himself at such a young age. (Memory: one of the first things to go. *sigh*) I had thought he was at least 30, but he was only 23. Such was the energy level of his life that he seemed older. Here are two quotes from the Wiki article I’d like to share.
“Prinze was born
Prinze was raised in a Hispanic section in Washington Heights, New York City. He began his education at a private Lutheran school, in a religious compromise by his parents (though his mother took him to Catholic mass on Sundays). “
“During the early morning hours of January 28, 1977, after receiving a restraining order from his ex-wife the previous evening, Prinze, who occasionally told friends that "life isn't worth living", made a series of farewell phone calls to family, friends and management from his hotel room at the Beverly Comstock Hotel. His business manager, Marvin "Dusty" Snyder, was alarmed after receiving one of the calls and rushed over to Prinze's room. When Snyder arrived, Prinze continued his rueful phone calls, telling his mother "Mom, I love you very much, but I can't go on. I need to find peace." Snyder called Prinze's psychologist from the next room about what was happening, but the psychologist insisted that Prinze was in no actual danger. Snyder returned to Prinze, who supposedly called his ex-wife and said "I love you, Kathy. I love the baby, but I need to find peace. I can't go on." After the call, Prinze pulled out a gun from the sofa. Snyder tried to intervene, but Prinze shot himself in the head, and was rushed to the UCLA Medical Center to be placed on life support following emergency surgery. Prinze's family removed him from life support, and he died at 1:00 pm on January 29 at the age of 22.
The death, initially ruled a suicide, was years later re-ruled an "accidental shooting due to the influence of Quaaludes". His mother, Maria, led the effort to have the cause of death reworded. Prinze had a history of playing with guns, faking suicide attempts to frighten his friends for his amusement. He had left a note stating that the decision to take his life was his alone, but because he pulled the trigger in the presence of a witness -- something suicides rarely do -- it gave enough weight to the argument that he really was not planning to take his own life that night.”
Ok… er… I mean… shuuuure! Why not?
His Mother Maria made a monumental effort to have the wording on the cause of death changed. This is because Catholics have a huge hangup about suicide. God won’t let you into Heaven if you kill yourself … unless you didn’t really mean to. My question is this: who was she trying to convince? Church dogma would suggest that Jehovamagod, being omniscient, knows the real score, so …. Was she trying to convince the priests? Does their opinion really change reality like that? Are they bound by a secular court document? Help me out here.