Rest In Peace, Yvette Vickers
Yvette Vickers, a Playboy Playmate and B-movie star of Attack of the 50 Foot Woman and Attack of the Giant Leeches, was discovered dead and mummified in her Beverly Hills home last week. Yvette was 82.
The authorities believe that Yvette might have been dead in her home for about a year. Not one soul checked in on Yvette until her neighbor Susan Savage noticed that something in the milk wasn't clean. There were cobwebs all over Yvette's front door and a stack of mail had started to yellow. Susan broke into Yvette's house and found her. This leads me to quietly type out an extra long "the heeeeeeeeeeeell."
The L.A. Times reports that the coroner is trying to determine a cause of death, but her mummified state tells them that she most likely passed away a year ago. They don't believe foul play had a part in Yvette's death.
Susan told the Times that when she broke into Yvette's house through a window, there was stuff everywhere and when she entered a room upstairs she found a completely unrecognizable Yvette on the floor. The cordless phone was knocked off of its cradle and a small space heater in the room was still on. Susan says that the entire neighborhood has been crying and feels awful that Yvette died alone. Susan added, "She kept to herself, had friends and seemed like a very independent spirit. To the end she still got cards and letter from all over the world requesting photos and still wanting to be her friend."
There are so many questions jumping through my head over this one. Who was paying the bills (damn you, automatic bill pay)?! Why didn't the postman ring twice when he noticed that Yvette's front door area started to look like the inside of an IRS agent's office (complete with cobwebs and that sinking lonely feeling)? What brand of space heater did Yvette use, because it's sort of impressive that it stayed on that long? Is Susan a New Yorker to the core, because who doesn't check on their neighbors when their front yard starts to look like an accidental homage to The Munsters mansion? Most neighbors would knock on the door, but not because they want to see if the person is alright. But because they want to yell at them to mow their lawn before property values start to drop.
What a shot of sadness. But I'd like to think that Yvette went peacefully. I'd also like to think that after you die, you really don't give a shit that you died alone since you're playing Jenga with the angels up in heaven.
Rest in peace, Yvette.
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Wait! Wait! HOW WAS SHE MUMIFIED????
this is just typical of life in L.A. they won't even call about decomposing bodies...it is the "cobwebs on the mailbox" that caused them to see if homegirl was alive. They ignore the stink of rotting corpses (must be old garbage)..but heaven forbid that the cobwebs and unkept lawns take down the property values...gotta love a city that cares so much!!! (SARCASM INTENDED)
And...this is a creepy story. : /
"I make myself sick, Get on my own nerves. Immature, insecure,Grown up nerd."
-Fat lip (The Pharcyde)
May she rest in peace.
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"Two whores don't make a right"-- M.K.
"Any guy who values stick thin and young over smarts and personality isn't worth it and has NOTHING interesting to say anyway."-- Mrs. Kravitz
I could see maybe not noticing for a week, or a month. But a YEAR? Wouldn't the sudden lack of water/phone/electricity/air conditioning/heat be kind of suspicious? When an elderly person hasn't turned on their lights for a year, shouldn't you call somebody?
Anyway, I hope her passing was painless.
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I'm here to kick ass and drink tea. And I'm all out of tea.
There was this man who lived up the street from us who would always sit at his window and look out for about 18 hours a day. Well one day a good friend of mine told me that he was found to be dead for at least a month before anyone noticed. He had been sitting in his window for that entire time too.
There was this man who lived up the street from us who would always sit at his window and look out for about 18 hours a day. Well one day a good friend of mine told me that he was found to be dead for at least a month before anyone noticed.
There was an older woman who lived across the alley from me. One day, I noticed her upstairs window was busted out and the rain was pouring in. I also noticed the yard hadn't been moved in forever because the grass was higher than the chain link fence. When I walked around to her front door, she had stacks of those damn free newspapers piled up on her front porch (as high as my knees). Ok, so maybe she had been MIA for months before it dawned on me that her place was an abandoned crack house. LOL
Turns out she was staying with her even OLDER parents who were very ill and basically abandoned her house. She checked in once a year or so. I thought the same thing about the newspapers piling up though. When the hell was somebody goin got see she wasn't home and stop littering her yard with them? Those damn free newspaper people! LOL
When I knocked on her neighbor's door to ask them if they had seen or heard from her and let them know the window was broken so they were probably getting moisture in their house too (it's a row house), they said they moved in a year ago and never saw the lady. Nice!
This is some Rose for Emily shit right here. There was a dead mouse under the house, yeah that's it. Did they find a fifty years mummified man in a tux in another bedroom?
I think the bigger mystery here is how her PG&E stayed on for over a year!
Submitted by M.E. on Tue, 05/03/2011 - 9:36am.
There is no way in hell I could live in a house where someone was either murdered or died.
HELL NO!
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What are you talking about? People die in houses all the time! Not everyone makes it to the hospital, especially when they are old. Not everyone conveniently dies in car crashes, on public transit, abroad, etc.
Sure, I would rather not know about it, but it happens. Besides, so much of this country is built on Native American burial grounds, what does it matter anyway?
this breaks my heart...
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Charisma, Uniqueness, Nerve and Talent...
Submitted by colt13 on Tue, 05/03/2011 - 10:24am.
This might be me one day. I like my space, and I am single, so it would probably be a week before they found me. Postman would probably find me when all of those donation letters clog up my box.
I have a feeling that might be my fate too. Oh well you have to live life on your own terms and be happy right? You'll be dead and off to whatever is the next great adventure so won't really give a flyin crap.
I remember when I was a kid this man a street over from us wiped out his entire family. It didn't take very long to sell the house. I don't know if realtors have to disclose this type of information but I think they figured it out because whenever kids went by they would yell MURDER HOUSE! MURDER HOUSE!
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now is the time for guts and guile ~ Dame Elizabeth
Something doesn't smell right here, and it isn't Yvette. Such a sad story, but there must be another chapter.
Yvette was hot stuff back in the 50s..it's ironic she ended up a mummy. I'm sure Roger Corman would use her as a prop in one of his low-budget horror flicks if he could. Still, her turn as the cheating white-trash wife in "Giant Leeches" is a bravura performance.
"Seymour!! You said you'd never get married until you bought me an iron lung!"
I simply cannot get this story out of my head this morning. Definitely one of my life fears is going out like this. I'm sure there's more to this story, but really make us think about our modern lives and how we interact or lack thereof with each other. It's all so very sad. RIP Ms Yvette Vickers.
I need a joint now.
"I got your number, hussy." --Ms. Dionne Warwick
I simply cannot get this story out of my head this morning. Definitely one of my life fears is going out like this. I'm sure there's more to this story, but really make us think about our modern lives and how we interact or lack thereof with each other. It's all so very sad. RIP Ms Yvette Vickers.
I need a joint now.
"I got your number, hussy." --Ms. Dionne Warwick
hotpocket ITA!
awww GTL, we aren't gonna be dying anytime soon! *knocks wood*
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"Basically, Murlonio means "from Rob's ass" in Dumfuckanese." MK
"Why won't you be perfect? Stop being so fat and lumpy. I fucking hate you, you cunt polenta."
*sadface*
*orders LifeAlert systems for Snowy and Mike XOXO*
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Shame, on me.
To need release.
Uncontrollably...
I-I-I wanna go-o-o all the way-ay-ay
taking out my freak tonight.
I-I-I wanna show-o-o all the di-ir-irt
I got going through my mind
Submitted by TOPANGA on Tue, 05/03/2011 - 10:57am.
Thats EXACTLY what came into my mind too. Poor old lady. Where the eff was her family?
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"It's always funny until somebody gets hurt-then it's fucking hilarious": The late great Bill Hicks
O.K., I need to make a lot more money so I can move to Beverly Hills for some privacy for a change. I work at home, been here six months and deal with loser neighbors all up in my business, eavesdropping, knocking on the door unannounced all the time, a property manager who is "watching me day and night," (his words), the lady stalker who used to text me several times a day, the list goes on. I'd get more privacy in jail. They're totally unfriendly, in addition to being nosy. I've had it, so I've brought the bitch fire down upon all of them.
Point is, I would rather die alone than deal with busybody, intrusive, rude neighbors. I'm not joking. Leave me alone assholes! Anyway, maybe this woman hated her neighbors and leaving a rotting, stinking corpse for them to find was her last revenge. You never know.
ME- No worries, just thinking about it makes me giggle. My sister looked fucking horrified.
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Sit on my face and tell me that you love me...
Submitted by M.E. on Tue, 05/03/2011 - 10:59am.
Submitted by Few Words on Tue, 05/03/2011 - 10:57am.
STOP YELLING WHORE!
tell my whorey producer
to buy new keyboard
stoopidpos@gmail.com
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♦ When all else fails, they call me.
♦ Life sucks. Shit Happens. I'm a student of t-shirts.
Submitted by ISprainedMyUvula on Tue, 05/03/2011 - 11:02am.
ME- Shit, it skeeved me the fuck out to be there and she was my own mother!!!!!
Tangent but a sad/funny story- my sister and I were in her room going through her dressers where she kept her personal things- letters, pictures, etc. All of a sudden, something furry catches my eye on top of the dresser and I startled. I realized it was her wig, then turned to my sister and said, "Didn't ANYONE thing to send her to the funeral home with her goddamned hair? She's going to be buried in a nice dress and shoes and she's gonna be BALD."
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OMG! I'm sorry but this made me laugh!!
POOR MOMS!
ME- Shit, it skeeved me the fuck out to be there and she was my own mother!!!!!
Tangent but a sad/funny story- my sister and I were in her room going through her dressers where she kept her personal things- letters, pictures, etc. All of a sudden, something furry catches my eye on top of the dresser and I startled. I realized it was her wig, then turned to my sister and said, "Didn't ANYONE thing to send her to the funeral home with her goddamned hair? She's going to be buried in a nice dress and shoes and she's gonna be BALD."
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Sit on my face and tell me that you love me...
Submitted by Few Words on Tue, 05/03/2011 - 10:57am.
Submitted by M.E. on Tue, 05/03/2011 - 9:36am.
There is no way in hell I could live in a house where someone was either murdered or died.
I LIVE IN A HOUSE
WHERE A MAN BLEW HIS BRAINS OUT
IN THE BATHROOM
DONT BOTHER ME NONE
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STOP YELLING WHORE!
Submitted by M.E. on Tue, 05/03/2011 - 9:36am.
There is no way in hell I could live in a house where someone was either murdered or died.
I LIVE IN A HOUSE
WHERE A MAN BLEW HIS BRAINS OUT
IN THE BATHROOM
DONT BOTHER ME NONE
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♦ When all else fails, they call me.
♦ Life sucks. Shit Happens. I'm a student of t-shirts.
This brings to mind the movie Seven with Brad Pitt (when he was still hot) and Morgan Freeman where they find that mummiffied man who's still alive surrounded by hundreds of Pine e air freshners to mask the smell. They think he's dead then he coughs. That scene scared the sh*t out of me. Anways,this is a really sad and unusual story. Can't believe no checked in on this woman in a year! Crazy
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"I was half a virgin when I met him!"
-Mean Girl,Regina George
Uvy - ♥
Yes, it has to be disclosed here.
But I don't think I still could live in a house like that. LOL
Submitted by M.E. on Tue, 05/03/2011 - 9:36am.
There is no way in hell I could live in a house where someone was either murdered or died.
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My mom died very peacefully at her home and we had to disclose it in the real estate listing when selling. The realtor told us there was a possibility of lower interest in the property because of it.
This story is just sad as hell. Not even the mailman bothered to put up a red flag when it was just piling up?
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Sit on my face and tell me that you love me...
Submitted by Goldigga on Tue, 05/03/2011 - 10:27am.
I don't blame you. It's not like an old person dying of natural causes.
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twerk those stumps!
MK, your next-to-last paragraph is perfect. Ditto.
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"Well, sweet Tidy Bowl Jesus skipping on the blue toilet water, we wouldn't want it to get fucking weird, would we?" ~~ Christopher Moore
Submitted by Nanners on Tue, 05/03/2011 - 10:23am.
I went and stayed with my mum until I found another place. Broke my lease and lost my deposit. I wasnt really scared of the place, I just couldnt get the kid off my mind :/
Submitted by Whamo on Tue, 05/03/2011 - 9:29am.
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Submitted by Whamo on Tue, 05/03/2011 - 8:54am.
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They should def put this on that show Ghost Stories.
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That's some whacky shit eh? Old houses like that bring the kid out in me and still creep the shit out of me! lol Especially with a good back story like that.
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Right? That story has it all: Murder, money, mystery. Can you imaging everything in the house left as it was in 1959???!!! A book or a TV episode at the very least. The inherited owner seems like a whack job. I don't know about you, but I sure could use a few bucks that the property alone would bring. If I was a neighbor, I'd be pissed at this thing left to rot and ruin. And there's a Frank Lloyd Wright house nextdoor.
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"I'd hate to have to go around thinking of health & shit like that." Keith Richards, 1997
I do feel bad for her. Did she have kids? Exes?
This might be me one day. I like my space, and I am single, so it would probably be a week before they found me. Postman would probably find me when all of those donation letters clog up my box.
FYI- a couple of years ago, my mom, who is in her 60's broke both her ankles. The landlords, who are also her friends, did a wonderful job checking up on her during her health struggles.
IMA GONNA DIE LIKE DAT
'CEPT THE STEREO GONNA BE
BLASTING PARLIAMENT &
EMPTY BEER CAN PYRAMID ON TABLE
HELL YEA
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♦ When all else fails, they call me.
♦ Life sucks. Shit Happens. I'm a student of t-shirts.
Submitted by Goldigga on Tue, 05/03/2011 - 10:13am.
Yeesh! How soon were you able to leave? I couldn't have slept there one night after hearing that.
I wouldn't turn out quite like this lady. My cats would eat me before I could be mummified!
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twerk those stumps!
Submitted by Goldigga on Tue, 05/03/2011 - 10:13am.
Submitted by M.E. on Tue, 05/03/2011 - 9:36am.
There is no way in hell I could live in a house where someone was either murdered or died.
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I'd rather not know. I moved into a place once and was stoked that it was newly renovated. I was there 6 months when a neighbour said "Place looks good considering how bad the fire was" Turned out a little boy died in it. I was outta there, couldn't stand the place after that
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*shudders*
GAH! The bad juju from that would have me running!
Submitted by M.E. on Tue, 05/03/2011 - 9:36am.
There is no way in hell I could live in a house where someone was either murdered or died.
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I'd rather not know. I moved into a place once and was stoked that it was newly renovated. I was there 6 months when a neighbour said "Place looks good considering how bad the fire was" Turned out a little boy died in it. I was outta there, couldn't stand the place after that
Hmmm. I guess this is one of those arguments for personality over beauty. Crap. I am so screwed. hahaha
Poor lady turned into human beef jerky.
I will probably end up in the same situation one day.
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"Life is pain, Highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something."
— William Goldman
Submitted by Hekki on Tue, 05/03/2011 - 9:46am.
I am going to be the lone dissenter here and say she chose her fate.
My father is a bit of a loner, and despite all our efforts to get him involved in a church or a hobby or any kind of activity where he can meet people, he likes to hang out by himself. He does have a friendly relationship with his neighbors (who I personally think are using him for his color printer and lawnmower, but whatever). People in general annoy him.
WE set the boundaries of our relationships to others.
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Well said, Hekki. A couple of her immediate relatives commented on this story in the LA Times. They said they tried to contact her but she wasn't interested. But she stayed in touch with her fans.
I lived in an apartment where the previous tenant had died in his bed. I don't recall being hassled by his ghost or anything like that.
From what I gathered, dude was in his 60s and had the folks around believing he had a large amount of money coming from an insurance settlement due to work injury from a career as a truck driver. Turns out he was lying. Based on this talk of imminent riches, it appears he was porking a 30-something single mother who lived on the floor below.
$225 a month in 1983. I was living the high life as a student.
FACT: This will be me.
@ Hekki:
I agree. But there's also the type of person that -does- want to be surrounded by people and makes the effort, but pretty much gets dropped and forgotten like last Sunday's lunch.
Just find it pretty pitiful that no one made the choice to check up on her sooner. Even if you're not her BFF or whatever. You'd think if her bills weren't being paid, someone would get a hint to look into it. Lmao.
Ya, what heater was that? I bought one last winter that crapped out 3 months in.
And you have to wonder what was going on. Shame on the mailman for not wondering why there was so much crap laying about. If you were a fancy Beverly Hills traveler wouldn't you have a service come to get mail, water plans, move cob webs etc. Heck, even us lowly folks get someone to move the junk mail if we are on a trip. What about garbage pick up. Even some of my neighbours I never really see still have garbage out most weeks...or do they have special garbage pickups in Beverly Hills where a limo comes to the back door and takes garbage out in fancy suit cases so it doesn't look like you would ever create 'trash' in such a fancy ass place, so no one actually uses bags on the curb?
Submitted by NitWitty on Tue, 05/03/2011 - 9:46am.
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Right you are. Sad that she didn't have friends like I do. :))
I thought New Yorkers checked so they could see if the apartment was available.
That is messed up. And in Beverly Hills no less. People really are THAT self absorbed there I guess.
Ok, enough pontificating, I need some liquor.
-LOVE ANDERSON