“I don’t want anyone in or out of my family to see any part of me. Could you destroy my body by cremation? I beg of you and my family – don’t have any service for me or remembrance for me. My fiance asked me to marry him in June. I don’t think I would make a good wife for anybody. He is much better off without me. Tell my father, I have too many of my mother’s tendencies.”
- Evelyn McHale
(Evelyn lies at peace in the Red-Rose-Colored dress she was wearing at the time of her death.)
"Lying on her back, clutching a strand of pearls at her neck, Evelyn looked to be resting peacefully. Were it not for the fact that she was nestled snugly into the crushed roof of a United Nations Assembly Cadillac, she could even be mistaken for being asleep. But the young woman, just 23 years old, was dead. A young photography student by the name of Robert C. Wiles happened to be across the street at the time of her demise. Stunned by her beauty, even in death, he snapped a photo of her just 4 minutes after her fall. Almost overnight, she became a pop culture icon: a symbol of tragic beauty"
P.S: I am so touched with this story, and I certainly wish there was more documentation, maybe some sort of a biography. I shall keep on looking; for it has proven to be worth every second I have spent reading about it.
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