Allan Abbott - Pardon My Hearse: A Colorful Portrait of Where the Funeral and Entertainment Industries Met in Hollywood

PARDON MY
HEARSE

A COLORFUL PORTRAIT OF
WHERE THE FUNERAL AND
ENTERTAINMENT INDUSTRIES
MET IN HOLLYWOOD

A COLORFUL PORTRAIT OF
WHERE THE FUNERAL AND
ENTERTAINMENT INDUSTRIES
MET IN HOLLYWOOD

ALLAN ABBOTT & GREG ABBOTT

Pardon My Hearse
Copyright 2015 by Allan Abbott and Greg Abbott. All rights reserved.

In memory of Kathy, the love of my life.
My deepest appreciation to Greg, whose expertise and countless hours of dedication made this book possible.

Marilyn Monroe back cover image by Macfadden Publications.
All images copyright by the authors unless otherwise noted.

Published by Craven Street Books
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ISBN 978-1-61035-248-2

135798642

Printed in the United States of America
on acid-free paper.

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data on file.

Enter the mysterious world few have known in this candid, true story of two young mens lives in the funeral industry. Beginning in their late teens, Allan Abbott and Ronald Hast formed a lifelong friendship and business partnership as they hurtled through unusual challenges in an unlikely venturethe funeral and limousine business. You will be captivated by their inspiring, humorous, intriguing, graphic, and occasionally irreverent stories, spanning forty years of business in the Los Angeles area. These two young entrepreneurs took on the arduous challenge of breaking the monopoly held by three licensed limousine providers in Los Angeles, which opened the door for the numerous limousine services currently operating there today.

This book documents tragic and surreal disasters, including earthquakes, riots, and airline catastrophes. The book also demonstrates the vast differences between varied segments of our society in religious rites, the correlation of these practices and traditions, and how diverse cultures care for their dead.

Abbott personally transported some of Hollywoods brightest stars, like Elizabeth Taylor, Richard Burton, Sophia Loren, Connie Stevens (and her actor husband James Stacy), Robert Taylor, and Robert Vaughn. The book includes fascinating stories about overheard conversations, including one concerning actress Inger Stevenss secret interracial marriage, which ended with that beautiful and talented Hollywood stars tragic suicide.

Abbott & Hast Company provided funeral cars and overland transportation of human remains throughout California, Nevada, Oregon, and Arizona. The company provided support to over 100 funeral establishments in Southern California, where it assisted in conducting services for dozens of celebrities, including Marilyn Monroe, Natalie Wood, Clark Gable, Gary Cooper, Ernie Kovacs, Jeffrey Hunter, Jack Benny, Jack Warner, Jimmy Durante, Mario Lanza, Karen Carpenter, Fernando Lamas, film director John Farrow, Los Angeles Chief of Police William H. Parker, and the wife of former CIA director John McCone. Allan has been interviewed by magazines in Germany, Japan, and England, and has done on-camera interviews spread over the last forty-plus years regarding his participation in every aspect of Marilyn Monroes funeral.

The book will also take you behind the scenes to learn intimate details surrounding macabre newspaper headlines, such as two friends whose deaths became cold-case homicides that would take years to solve. It also delves into the strange circumstances surrounding the death one of Americas wealthiest and most well known businessmen, Howard Hughes. This uniquely vivid portrait of the mysterious funeral industry proves that in life as well as in death, truth is indeed stranger than fiction.

Karen Reider, former editor of Four Corners Magazine

My mothers plans to spend the holiday at home got bombed by my own sneak attack, four years before the bombs dropped on Pearl Harbor. Her anticipated delivery date of December 7, 1937, had come and gone with nary a peep out of me until the 28th of the month, in a beautiful downtown Burbank maternity hospital. This procrastination on my part saved me from having to celebrate my birthday each year on the anniversary of December 7, 1941A date which will live in infamy.

My parents, brother, and I lived humbly in a middle-class Los Angeles neighborhood. When World War II started I was only 2, but as it progressed I couldnt help but hear about it continually and experience its effects on the population. The sights and sounds of the war were everywhere. For a young boy, it was an exciting time.

We practiced for blackouts by going into our windowless hallway with our gas masks and closing all the doors. We could see barrage balloons in the skies from our backyard, and almost any night you could go outside and see searchlights combing the sky. There was great speculation that LA may be a strategic target because of its many industries supplying war-related materials, including a great deal of aircraft manufacturing.

We would witness numerous types of aircraft in the sky. There would often be groups of single-engine fighter planes heading east that made an unforgettable sound. The P-38s, with their double hulls, were one of the first twin-engine fighters seen in the skies over LA. These aircraft carved out their own place in history when a small squadron of them intercepted and destroyed Admiral Isoroku Yamamotos aircraft during an inspection tour in the Solomon Islands.

The most surprising thing we ever saw in the sky was the Lockheed prototype of the famous flying wing propeller-driven aircraft, which was never produced in quantity because it needed a jet engine and jet technology was still in its infancy. However, it did serve as the inspiration for the B-2 stealth bomber five decades later.

Every kid in the neighborhood spent a great deal of time on scrap drives collecting prodigious amounts of anything made of metal, cotton, and newspapers. My dad even turned bacon grease in to the butcher each week because it was used in the production of explosives. Meanwhile, he used ration stamps for difficult-to-acquire items like sugar, meat, and coffee. Many things, such as leather goods or anything made of rubber, were in short supply or completely unavailable. Even some new expressions were born, like kicking the tires when you were about to purchase a used car, because all of the natural rubber went toward the war effort. Tires and other rubber products were produced using synthetics of substandard quality. You were lucky if your new shoes lasted two months.

My father had received $2,000 mustering-out pay when he returned at the end of World War I, which he used to buy the house in which I grew up. When the Los Angeles Times ran a photo during my elementary school years, in commemoration of the Great Wars end, my father submitted an image of himself. As he sat in his easy chair, with my brother and me on either side, he pointed his pipe to a famous Times front page headlined with the armistice signing. He won the contest.