February 6, 1911 - June 5, 2004
"No matter what time it is, wake me, even if it's in the middle of a Cabinet meeting."
Unless you've been living under a rock, you know that Reagan died a couple of weeks ago. Actually, on the 5th of June, Nancy Reagan (aka Mommie Poo Pants) announced:
"My family and I would like the world to know that President Ronald Reagan has passed away after ten years of Alzheimer's, at 93 years of age. We appreciate everyone's prayers over the years."
The Reagans lived behind this gate on a street called St. Cloud Road in Bel Air.
Their address is 668.
The house was actually a gift to them upon his retirement from the Presidency, and originally the address of the house was 666, but Nancy had it changed. Mmhmm. I was at his house earlier that day, and nothing was going on, all looked normal. Then at about 2:30 p.m., when I was told he had died, I returned to find this mayhem.
The police cordoned off the area around the Reagan's house, and closed off the street for the week, posting guards at each end.
Honestly, I haven't seen that much fuss in that quiet neighborhood in my life, and I'm there a lot. They even had a guard down the road at the Fresh Prince house.
I'm not going to go into any details here. There is too much information, and most of it has been gone over in the media, time and time again. These are some pictures I took of his star on the walk of fame, and a notice placed at the Comedy Store.
9/21/04: Here is his death certificate, courtesy of Kevin Hassell.
Trivia: Nancy and Ronald were married in the Little Brown Church, where Herve Villechaize's funeral would be held.
MORE: The National Enquirer once picked the Reagan's garbage, and published a photograph of it. This is the reason God made tabloids, and I subscribe to them.