He was a man who stared on stage and screen. He
was a heart throb to millions of woman. The glint of his fangs and the familair made him a household word.
What no one knew was his taste was not only for blood but for drugs. He has been out of a sanitarium for almost a year when his heart finally gave out.
He has been reduced to doing poor B horror movies, which today are cult classics.
He was buried in his Dracula costume, as per his request.
He will always in our hearts be the only true Dracula. Many a Saturday was spent sitting on the edge of my seat watching the flicker on the screen