Omg. I remember that 911 call. He comes home to the house he lives in with his wife, and finds her in the pool, and calls 911. “My wife! She’s at the bottom of the pool! She’s not moving!” (Paraphrasing)
“Sir, get in there and bring her up!”
“You mean dive in there in my clothes? And get them all wet?”
“Sir, go in and get your wife out of the pool!”
“Just get here as fast as you can!”
“sir! Get into the pool and bring up your wife!”
And by a weird coincidence a few days after his wife’s death, early one weekday morning, we were in a religious store right next to a deli, and my children had to use a restroom, so we went into the deli. There, in the nearly empty deli, was Mr. Shatner, in a baseball cap, canoodling with the brunette that became his next woman, and her hair was a mess, straight from bed. They were cuddling and laughing. This was NOT a man in mourning. It was rather unseemly.
My ex looked just like William Shatner when he was younger....and apparently acted like him too. lol Are you sure that was Shatner and not my ex? lol
Yeah that is the story. He ‘found’ her at the bottom of the pool. Like Robert Wagner ‘found’ Natalie Wood off the side of the boat.
I remember she drowned. They said she was drunk.
Didn’t she have two lumps on her head? I guess she hit her head once in the pool and since that didn’t kill her, she did it to herself again. /s