Alan W. Petrucelli has been fascinated by dead celebrities every since he learned his grandmother (on his mother’s side) was interred in a crypt upstairs from Basil Rathbone (1891-1967) and Cornell Woolrich (1903-1968). His first professional byline article in a national magazine was the 1980 obituary of David Janssen that he wrote for Photoplay. Since then, Alan has traveled the world, looking for the rich, (in)famous and dead, leaving prayers and, in the Jewish parts of town, stones.
Everyone is dying to know his favorite dead celeb. In one word: Lucy. Alan was lucky enough to spend a day at Lucy’s home (ask nicely and he’ll tell you stories that will turn your face as red as her hair), and he is still (a bit) upset that Lucy’s kids, Lucie and Desi Jr., disinterred their Mama in 2002, moving her cremains from an outside crypt at the Columbarium of Radiant Love at Forest Lawn in Hollywood Hills to the family plot at Lake View Cemetery in Jamestown, New York. The new grave happens to be a short drive to the tourist-trapping Lucille Ball Desi Arnaz Center.
Oh well. That’s the way the Ball bounces.