One week after getting married to a 20 year old woman named Malika and honeymooning in Hawaii, Comedian Sam Kinison was on his way to Laughlin, Nevada to do a sold out show. It was Friday, April 10, 1992. He and his wife had been driving from LA on I-40 to US-95. After making a turn to head north and heading about 4 miles, Sam's Trans Am was hit head on by a pick-up truck full of drunks, which included the driver. A witness to the crash called 911 and an EMV was dispatched to the scene. Sam had been sober, something he took great pride in, but he hadn't been wearing a seat belt. His head hit the windshield. The drunk driver of the truck was more worried about his truck than a human life.
According to witnesses, Sam said, "I don't want to die. I don't want to die." Then he stopped talking for a few seconds and then asked, "But why? I 'm not ready." Then, he seemed to understand something and said, "Okay, okay....okay." As he spoke the last "Okay", he said it softly and with comfort as though he realized it would be for the best and also as if though he were talking to someone he loved very much. He smiled and lost consciousness. He was taken to the ER at Needles Desert Community Hospital where he was pronounced dead on arrival.

Cut to Wednesday. March 7, 2007.

During the first week of March I drove up to Tulsa, Oklahoma to do a little celebrity grave hunting. I went to visit the graves of stand up comic and comedic actor Sam Kinison, and the King of Western Swing Music, Bob Wills. While on a nocturnal visit to the grave of the aforementioned Mr. Kinison, I had a paranormal experience. I had been thinking about Sam and remembering reading about his last moments on this Earth. As I was walking back to the front gate, I thought to myself that he probably saw either his brother or his father, both of whom had preceded him in death...or maybe both of them before he left us. About a minute later, I smelled something as though it was right next to me. It was the distinctive smell of BEER! I stood there slightly astonished and then looked in a radius of several yards looking for the source of this smell. I could find none! The smell went away. Then I continued a ways, then stopped walking, smiled and with tongue firmly in cheek, I asked out loud, "Sam, are you offering me a beer?" The smell came back!! I accepted the offer with a smile but only on the condition that it would not impact me in a negative way. As I was leaving the cemetery, I told any and every spirit watching me that they could not go beyond the boundary of the gates or walls to follow me and that I was leaving what was left of the "beer" with Sam. Immediately upon getting back to my hotel room, I posted the facts of the encounter to my journal.