“In 1955, just five days before Jamie’s [Eartha’s nickname for James Dean] death in an automobile accident, I returned to Hollywood for a few days’ rest between engagements. I went over to see Paleface and was surprised to find Jamie opening the door for me. As was our custom, we hugged one another, and I felt a strange emptiness in Jamie.
’Jamie’ I said. ‘What’s happened to you? Something’s wrong. You’re not here.’
Jamie grinned and shook his head. “Oh, Kitt, you’re running one of your spiritual numbers on me again.” I had had the distinct impression that his spirit had already left him. I know that sounds weird, but it happened. As I said before and as I used to tell him, I felt as though he had always been with me.”
- Eartha Kitt [video discussing the same event here].