Simon Monjack’s Mother Denies Her Son Depleted Brittany Murphy’s Money. Simon Monjack’s mother is adamant her son did nothing wrong. New allegations surfaced that Brittany Murphy’s husband drained her bank account, leaving her mother Sharon unsecured financially. According to Brittany’s former business manager, Simon drained his late wife’s savings by 80 percent before he died five months later. And because of his actions, Sharon is now facing financial uncertainty. Jeffrey Morgenroth told our source, “There were huge amounts of money in [Brittany's] pension plan and bank account, and all of that’s gone. I would see it on the statements. There was money being withdrawn by Simon, hundreds of thousands.” His assistant also claims that Linda Monjack, Simon’s mother, bullied Sharon to leave the couple’s Hollywood Hills home after her son’s death. Jeannette Bycott told our source, “Linda started acting like everything belongs to her. Before Sharon could say anything. Linda stated the house was now hers.” But Linda claims that she or her son did nothing wrong, saying Brittany and Simon had financial problems even before they died. “I think there were financial problems [before their deaths],” Linda explained to our source. “They were certainly acting like there were problems. Sharon was asking friends for money and I don’t know why.” Linda also claimed that she saw “black mold” in the couple’s bedroom, which might have contributed to their deaths since both died from pneumonia. But Sharon said the claim is “absurd.”
Picture of Elvis and Nixon is worth a thousand words
Behind the famous photo is a little-known story of an unlikely meeting in which the king of rock ‘n’ roll had his wish granted by the president.The National Archives is like a safe-deposit box for America’s really important papers — the Bill of Rights, the Declaration of Independence, the $7.2-million canceled check for the purchase of Alaska, the picture of Richard Nixon and Elvis Presley shaking hands in the Oval Office. Copies of that photo — the president in his charcoal suit, the king of rock ‘n’ roll in his purple velvet cape — are requested more than just about any of the archives’ treasures, including the Constitution. Yet the story that led to their improbable meeting on Dec. 21, 1970, is as little-known as the picture is famous. In honor of Elvis’ 75th birthday last week, one of the president’s men, Egil “Bud” Krogh, and one of the king’s most trusted friends, Jerry Schilling, met for the first time in almost 40 years at the National Archives to recount the day Elvis came to Washington. A crowd waited in the frigid cold for a seat. (Even in the imperious capital, Elvis can still pack a house.) It wasn’t the glitzy birthday party other cities threw, no giant birthday cards, all-night film festivals or flashy displays of the white jumpsuit called “Snowflake.” An Elvis exhibit at the National Portrait Gallery is more Washington’s speed. As was this forum, which offered an hourlong window into a simpler time, before Watergate or terrorist attacks, when the world’s most famous man asked the world’s most powerful one to grant him a wish, and got it. The story begins Dec. 19, 1970, at Schilling’s home in the Hollywood Hills. The phone rings. A voice says, “It’s me.” Elvis is at the Dallas airport on his way to Los Angeles and wants Schilling to pick him up at LAX. “Who’s with you?” Schilling asks. “Nobody,” the king says. It should be noted that Elvis was a man who almost never did anything alone. He wanted at least five guys around him just to sit and watch TV. So Schilling is understandably concerned, all the more so when Elvis proceeds to recite his flight number and arrival time, which is akin to the queen doing a load of laundry. Schilling heads to the airport and takes Elvis to the singer’s mansion on Hillcrest Drive in Beverly Hills. The next morning, it comes out that Vernon, Elvis’ father, and Priscilla, his wife, were bugging him about how he spent his money. This aggravated the king, so all by himself he got on the first plane going out, which happened to be bound for Washington. Things did not go well. For starters, a “smart aleck little steward” with a mustache discovers Elvis is carrying a gun — it was his habit to carry at least three — and informs him he cannot bring a firearm on the airplane. Elvis, unaccustomed to being told what to do, storms off and is chased down by the pilot: “I’m sorry, Mr. Presley, of course you can keep your gun.” Elvis and his firearm reboard. Upon arriving in the nation’s capital, Elvis decides he wants a doughnut. While waiting for his order, he encounters some unsavory types who notice his five big gold rings and three necklaces. “That’s some nice jewelry,” one thug says. “Yeah, and I aim to keep it,” says Elvis, raising one leg of his bell bottoms to reveal a snub-nosed revolver strapped to his right ankle. At some point, Elvis has enough of this traveling alone stuff and heads to Los Angeles, intent on returning to Washington with one of his Memphis Mafia, namely Schilling. Schilling, who first met Elvis playing football when he was 12, is accustomed to odd requests from the king. But this one is particularly weird because Elvis is bent on going to Washington but won’t say why. Still, because “you don’t say no to Elvis,” Schilling agrees to go, even though it means missing a day at his new job as an assistant editor at Paramount, which took him a year to get. They book two first-class seats, but still need cash, and it’s a Sunday night in 1970. No ATMs. Elvis’ limousine driver, Sir Gerald, arranges for a check to be cashed at the Beverly Hilton Hotel. Schilling writes one for $500, which Elvis signs. Before they leave the house,Elvis, a history buff, takes his commemorative World War II Colt 45 revolver off the wall, bullets included, and stows it in his bag. They cash the check and head for the airport. A small group of soldiers on leave from Vietnam for Christmas are on the same flight, and Elvis wanders back to coach to talk with one of them. Soon he is back up in first class, nudging Schilling, “Hey man, where’s the $500?”Schilling knows what’s coming. Elvis is an unusually generous man. After learning that Schilling was a year old when his mother died, Elvis bought him the house in Hollywood so he would “always have a home.” He still lives there today.
Epilogue: Nixon resigned from office under threat of impeachment 3 1/2 years later, on Aug. 9, 1974. When he was subsequently hospitalized with phlebitis, Elvis called to wish him well.
Elvis died at age 42 on Aug. 16, 1977, of a heart attack; 14 prescription drugs were found in his system. Nixon later noted in his friend’s defense that those were not illegal drugs.
Schilling wrote a book, “Me and a Guy Named Elvis.”
Krogh wrote one too, but “The Day Elvis Met Nixon” is mostly pictures. He also spent four months in prison for his role in the White House plumbers scandal.
Chapin served nearly eight months and Haldeman 18 months for their part in the Watergate coverup.
The commemorative gun is on display at the Nixon Library in Yorba Linda.
The badge, specially prepared by the Bureau of Narcotics and Dangerous Drugs with Elvis’ name on it, hangs in his home in Graceland, on the Wall of Gold.
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