Define opulent.
Hey, what’s that kid doing to that chicken?
Only one goal today.
Jump in the Honda and traverse the downtown Los Angels freeways on a mid Tuesday morning. If all goes well headed back home before 1:00.
Famous last words. You ever drive the 110 North to downtown?
The mania burns fierce and bright. The queen calls and I hear her.
THAT’S A SIC PIC BRUH!
This by far is the biggest collection of dead boxes that my travels have led me to. Almost like it’s own town.
After all the lost wandering I have done at the last 3, I decide this time I am going to ask in advance. Absolutely no help.
She said “Why it’s just right up that tiny hill and when that little ol’ hill crests, why heck you’ll be right near “The Last Supper Room”.
So she gave me no map. Damn it, lost again.
This time I had some intel. I knew she was entombed with silly ass Michael Jackson which made this adventure somewhat easier, somewhat. But burial site and monument?
Two completely separate things.
Off to the internet for exact whereabouts. Hey is that Walt Disney? Holy shit he owes me money.
Found the tomb after some searching.
Straighter on would help genius.
THE WINDOWS ARE BLACKED OUT, NO INSIDE VIEWS.
There on your right is a call box with a small sign attached that reads “Open from 9-4:30 Seeing how it was 11:30 I pushed that button and demanded admittance, this did not happen. Large authoritative voice came on the line to tell me family and guests with proper credentials only may enter. Drat, foiled again.
Now what?
According to legend (There are at least 3 and a conspiracy theory on top of that) multiple persons lie in repose in said domicile. Mikey. The recently added,Tito, BO-BO the chimp and the reason I am here.
Now hopelessly lost yet again. I am forced to ask for help. When suddenly out of nowhere, well to be fair pert near ran her over, a nice officer says you are far away from where the Grand Mausoleum is located, it’s by The Last Supper Room.
Dang it!
Here there be confusion. She is interned in the “No one allowed crypt” with Mikey and the monkey but she has a cool memorial located elsewhere? Neat.
Why won’t you just tell us who you are searching for?
If you know me at all you know I have the big 4. Garbo is buried in Sweden. Joany is somewhere in New York. You’ve already seen Natalie which leaves only,
Jump back in the car at least I know where it is this time.
CAN’T FAKE THAT SKY
A last moment change was forced on my already lost soul. There are to be no cameras allowed from this point on. Forced to use only my Iphone. Marched with Canon complete with 50 millimeter (still trying to learn all it can do) lens in hand back to my car’s trunk where I deposited said device as ordered. For you see I follow the rules, mostly.
Is my phone not a camera I asked? He just frowned.
As I entered the glorious hall that opening phrase danced through my head. Opulent indeed.
BEHOLD,THE QUEEN
From the reverse side.
No I did not place a rose, I tried they said no flowers allowed.
JUST WHAT IN THE HELL DOES THAT SAY?
Good eyes, yes that is the foretold of Last Supper Room.
Let ye without stone cast the first sin. It was so peaceful and calm that I sat right down on that bench and pulled out my EVP (don’t act like you don’t know, Electronic Voice Phenomenon) recorder and asked Liz if she had a moment to speak with me, busy I guess, she did not share any beyond the grave insights with me.
I MEAN GOD DAMN DUDE. LOOK AT THAT REFLECTION.
What is it with you and stairs? I mean come on.
As I left I felt calm, almost serene. No horror show filled my eyes with dread. No blood soaked visions blinded me with their rage. Only a deep satisfying peace. May have actually smiled, nah.
So what have we learned?
Allow me to answer. We haven’t learned dick!
One thing is certain, There are no ghosts at cemeteries. Only calm, peaceful and in some cases humbling vistas. No angry spirits roaming the foggy moors, ZERO!
So it was all a waste of time, no spookies?
Not any place I’ve seen but thankfully I do have another idea. How about instead of where the ghouls lay at rest, let’s go to where all of the madness really is?
You talking about a haunted house?
It’s true, I have made people stop the car so I can shoot a staircase.
Lar/Taj Jan-Feb 2025
(sigh) Alright. Let’s do this.
Yikes, and I say that as an Angels fan.
Yup. That’s my Redlegs!
Happy International Fredbird Day, one and all!
gonna have that goddamned Budweiser song in my head all day now. THANKS,
ObamaKMOX!My wife’s employer is having their annual awards dinner and Mrs. Horatio, being Mrs. Horatio, is getting awards. So I have to put on a suit and go.
On Opening Day.
At least this year they didn’t do it the first weekend of the NCAA tournament, which has been an issue for them in the past. Someone in charge needs to look at February and realize there is NOTHING GOING ON IN THAT MONTH!!!
But there’s nothing worth celebrating in February around that place.
(company schedules dinner for 2nd Sunday in February)
(actually, Horatio’s probably ok with that as a Cowboys fan)
No, no Lowratio, not *that* suit…
There’s a museum up at the top of the hill there too; it’s also worthy of a visit.
Last time I was there they had a bunch of pictures of some Mexican lady.
I think that’s Salma Hayek
I will miss this semi-coherent and semi-creepy series, but once we’ve been to Liz’s mausoleum there’s just no topping it.
Can I assume Larry Fortensky was ritually strangled and interred with her?
She should have a terracotta army of all the guys she married/ banged/ stole from Debbie Reynolds
Holy shit, even I haven’t been into these parts of Forest Lawn, and I’ve been everywhere there.
Dude, you should have told me you were going there! Although apparently I was on the east coast at the time, I would have flown back just for this. Gotta keep earning those Delta Miles. Platinum Medallion Status here I come!
Also: Outstanding use of the 50mm lens.
Bon Vivant Errol Flynn & Me:
https://ibb.co/1fdTPX20
Say when dude. Can’t wait to pick your brain.
Let me recover for a few days and then we’re on!
Let’s bring Balls along and we can start hashing out the project we’re all going to do together.
Also, here’s a great Evel Knievel crash video. He’s dead, but he’s buried in Montana – probably imbedded into the side of a mountain – although he should be buried in Arlington Cemetery next to President Kennedy under an eternal-flaming granite motorcycle monument (where flames exude out of every part of the motorcycle and there is a wind machine so the flames always blow backwards) or at Forest Lawn Glendale in a gigantic mausoleum so large and grand that they will have to change the aircraft landing patterns at nearby Burbank Airport and if you speak inside the main hall the echo of your voice takes a full second to return.
Remember to turn the sound on because for some reason these videos open muted by default.
https://www.facebook.com/reel/897434842197366
https://ibb.co/SwMrPm14
LOVE this series!
It’s crazy how much money was spent on these people’s final resting spots…
“Pfft!”
-Egyptian pharaohs
Seen on another footyball site:
“I read the name Jaxson Dart and immediately knew he is from Utah.”
“They say his brother – Lon – is even better.”
“Haven’t heard of him before, but that’s a name you can’t forget. Really gets stuck in your head.”
Goddamn, that gif is huge… Oops.
Wonderful tour sir. And some stunning camera work to boot.
Evita in this one
She was supposed to have been immortal.
That’s all we wanted.
Not much to ask for.
You keep your distance. Weirdo.
Spam: “Hey, great use of the song!”
GG: “Song?”
More evidence we are living in the weirdest timeline:
https://www.espn.com/golf/story/_/id/44383861/tiger-woods-confirms-dating-trump-ex-daughter-law
He could really have his pick of middle-aged divorcees, and he goes with…that.
He’s never had good judgment
That’s not true, early in his career his ball placement was top notch.
I bet Cher is going to have a spectacular grave/ memorial thing when she goes. Fuck, Sonny has a freeway interchange out here, and she’s waaaaaaaaay more famous than him!
What is Cher’s defining song, in your opinion?
I fear many people would say “I Got You Babe”
But my vote (which wouldn’t count since I am a cishet male) is “Gypsies, Tramps, and Thieves”
Yeah, that one. Although I do have a soft spot for I Got You Babe. Later era Cher, it’s got to be the one she did mostly nekkid on the aircraft carrier.
I like The Beat Goes On too.
“That’s my favorite, too!!!”
-B. Kraft, D. Watson, and too many others to list here
https://www.military.com/off-duty/television/2024/11/20/how-chers-turn-back-time-music-video-made-even-navy-blush.html
[um…I don’t know, who ripped somebody off in a trade recently…Rob Pelinka?], Jim Tomsula, and Brock Osweiler walk into a bar…
Elizabeth Taylor walking the talk.
Ghost films a lot of their clips and videos in that mausoleum. Solid stuff!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vQ7v75GwMlI&pp=ygUMZ2hvc3Qga2ltbWVs
Yes please!
Your portrait of Liz really captures her essence, Rembrandt .
Thank you
It being LA, were there any LeVay-an Satantic grave markers? Or do they have their own lawns of teh ded?
Many