My FIL was a career Secret Service Agent assigned to Lady Bird's detail.
I wish I could remember the exact details of the story, but apparently, when LBJ died, it was late in the afternoon. The protocol was to have him declared dead by a certain doctor before he was moved (I assume emergency personnel had tried to revive him) and the Dr. would not be able to make it to the ranch until the next morning.
That night, the Secret Service Agents assigned to keep watch over the body, ordered a pizza and placed it on his chest while they partook of it.
So long Lyndon, you were a sorry bastard.
I find that morbid funny LOL!
Even SS didn’t like him LOL!
****So long Lyndon, you were a sorry bastard. ****
“Today we make America safe by taking guns out of the hands of criminals”...LBJ when he signed that travesty the 1968 gun control act into law.
I thought you were going to say the put a few slugs in him to be sure... ;-)