For Jose and Kitty Menendez, when they woke up on August 20th, 1989, it seemed like it

was going to be just another normal day.

Another day of living the American dream of being rich, still pretty young, and living

in a Beverly Hills mansion.

And then of course, their day would suddenly come to anything but a normal end.

Their lives would end unexpectedly in an incredibly violent fashion.

The couple relaxed in their living room, watching a movie, eating some ice cream that night.

They seemed to be in the midst of it a fairy tale life wealthy, seemingly destined for so

much more wealth, still only in their mid 40s.

Jose just 45, Kitty only 47.

It spent the day before on a shark hunting expedition on a chartered yacht with their two sons

Lyle, 21, and Eric 18.

Jose was an upper level entertainment exec who made millions a year.

He worked hard to get there.

He'd come to America from Cuba as a teenager.

After the Cuban Revolution determined to succeed in our massive free market economy, he'd

worked as a dishwasher in the early days of his marriage, truly started at the bottom.

Coming me outside, the two of them seemed to embody the American dream.

Their hardware paid off.

Their young attractive sons were primed for careers in the same industry as their dad if

they wanted it.

Their surroundings looked serious, more than comfortable, and then in a flash it was all

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