Good Night, Sweet Prinze

Good Night, Sweet PrinzeThey were all there, crowded onto the sixth-floor intensive-care ward at UCLA hospital: the true and false friends, the close and estranged relatives, the press agents and the pretenders to intimacy. Somewhere inside it all, Freddie Prinze lay dying.The spectacle had all the makings of a made-for-television movie. But for four dark days in late January, show business had touched down hard in the tangible world. There was no stunt man, no blank cartridges. The scene, could...