He was 82. It was complications from hip surgery that did him in. It sucks to get old. It sucks even more to be regarded as a footnote to one of the biggest scandals in Hollywood- the Liz & Dick home wrecker-ism of 1963. There's a fabulous book out called Furious Love, and it dishes all the details of the romance that began on the set of Cleopatra and was too tempestuous to last. Eddie will always be remembered for his music, though. He was quite the crooner in his day, along with Frankie and Adrian and, oh shit. I don't know. I hate that music. I just feel bad for Carrie. On the bright side, maybe we'll get another fabulous book about dear old dad because of it. I know, I'm heartless.
And who's next, Zsa Zsa? Heaven forbid, but these things come in threes, right?