He opened the door for me, and we hugged one another. Like we always did. I didn’t feel him, I didn’t feel his spirit. And I said “Jimmy, what are they doing to you here, in Hollywood? I don’t feel your spirit.” I said that.
I went on to Las Vegas […] and it was a few days later, that one of the girls in the course came to my dressing room and she said “Jimmy’s dead”.
I already knew it. He was gone. The sad day before, when I had hugged him. And he wasn’t…he wasn’t there.
— Eartha Kitt
this is the chillest soul i’ve seen in awhile.