For years, I went to a psychotherapist just three doors down from a funeral parlor.

I gotta tell you, passing by mourners on my way to therapy really put me in the right

headspace to, you know, think about what I wanted my own life, dad up to.

I highly recommend choosing a psychotherapist with an office next to a funeral parlor.

Now let's travel back in time, nearly a century ago to Manhattan's Upper West Side.

It's a sweltering late summer day and we're standing in front of the Frank E. Campbell

funeral chapel, then located at Broadway and 66th Street.

Over the next hundred years, Campbell's will serve as the funeral home for legends from

Judy Garland to Jackie O to the notorious B.I.G. But they won't draw the crowds seen on Tuesday

August 24th, 1926, when the sidewalks are overflowing with a crowd of some 30,000 mourners.

They've all gathered here to catch a final glimpse of a fallen movie star.

Arguably the first male sex symbol of the silver screen.

He was in great physical shape and you see those rippling muscles in his arms.

I mean, I don't know if you've ever seen the videos of him doing his workout.

Why, he's wearing pretty much just his give-ies.

Oh, okay.

I'll check those out.

I haven't seen those.

Oh, you need to see that.

He was labeled the great lover or even more indelibly the Latin lover.

He would hold you in his arms if you were a beautiful woman and kiss you passionately

and brutally.

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