He died of a perforated colon at the age
of 64 while on a South American cruise,
having swallowed the toothpick
that speared the olive in his martini.
I wonder if this story is
ginned up.
It left me shaken.
Not stirred.
From the wonderfully lovely
blog Slow Love Life
by Dominique Browning,
the former editor-in-chief of
House & Garden
