Chilling Final Photos No One Was Supposed To See

By | December 1, 2020

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There are toxic relationships and then there are toxic relationships. When Sid and Nancy got together in 1977 they were embroiled in a love affair with heroin at its center. After the Sex Pistols self destructed on stage Sid tried to get his solo career going in New York City while he and Nancy stayed at the Chelsea Hotel. The grimy hotel room was the last home that Nancy Spungen ever knew.

When Sid woke up on October 12, 1977, Nancy was dead on the bathroom floor with a knife in her abdomen - it was identical to the one that Sid owned. Sid was unsure of what exactly happened. Initially he thought that the two of them fought and that he stabbed her in the melee, and then he changed his story and said that Nancy fell on the knife, finally he claimed that he didn't remember what happened.

While there have been claims that a drug dealer or a stranger stabbed Nancy, all proof points to Sid dealing the killing blow in a drugged out state. A few months after Nancy's death, Vicious died of a heroin overdose, no one will ever know what happened in Nancy's final moments.

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Patrick Swayze's final days were spent in agony in his home with the knowledge that he could die at any moment. After his diagnosis, Swayze sought cures both through classical and non-traditional means. One year after his diagnosis of pancreatic cancer he'd shrunk down to 90 pounds and was in near constant pain.

In 2008, Swayze began chemotherapy and treatment with the experimental drug Vatalanib at Stanford University Medical Center. By April 2009 the cancer had metastasized in his liver, and months later he was dead. Swayze's wife Lisa Niemi says that her final words to him were "I love you," and that after he returned form the hospital "things went very fast." She continued:

I cherished our time alone, holding his hand, listening to music, sleeping with my arm around him, my head on his shoulder, wordlessly. In the quiet of Monday morning, September 14, I looked at his face and listened to the tiny sips of air he was taking. There was something delicate, childlike about it. I knew it was time.