Nolan Dalla

Night of the Living Dead in Las Vegas (Part 2)

 

 

Part 2 of my report about attending a coroners convention in Las Vegas.

 

We’re all going to die sometime — hopefully a long while from now and not in too much pain.

When that happens, someone, we do not know, who we’ve likely never met before, will determine our cause of death.  The overwhelming majority of deaths in this country occur from sicknesses and other natural causes.  Some die from accidents.  Others are suicides.  However, some deaths arouse suspicions.  A small percentage even involve foul play — even murder.  That’s where the science of forensic pathology comes in.  These experts with strong stomachs and a formidable fortitude examine bodies, collect the evidence, and ultimately make determinations that can sometimes produce far broader implications, not just for survivors of the deceased, but for society, as well.

In my previous essay, I described those who do this extraordinary line of work as peace givers.  They give peace to those who must bear the void that death bestows.  But they are also firewalls.  Were it not for their training, experience, and dedication, it would be much easier for bad people to get away with really terrible crimes because they’d never have to fear being caught.  Hence, these experts provide a monumentally important function simply by virtue of being the last checkpoint on life’s journey.  They assigned to check off on the last line of the final act of our earthly existence.

Earlier this week, I attended an exclusive presentation at the annual conference for forensics pathologists, which met here in Las Vegas.  This sort of thing is normally closed to the public, for good reason.  It’s for experts in the field, and that excludes me.  In fact, I’m probably the last person they would want to attend this sort of conference, given the bombastic possibilities that exist for someone willing to take advantage.  I have no science nor criminal justice background, so I didn’t belong.  That said, I am about to be your eyes and ears.

Continuing from PART 1, here are some other cases I remember from the presentation.  [Disclaimer:  I didn’t take notes, so forgive any errors or omissions — which will be corrected by anyone who wishes to send me a private email, noting the error.]:

 

 

 

 

 

I’m wary of being too much of a fanboy.  But how often do you get a chance to hang out with two of the most astounding individuals in the country who essentially created a new form of science all its own and have been instrumental in some of the most famous criminal acts of the last century?

Caution was left at home and reluctance was swallowed.  I wanted to know everything I could about anything these experts talked about.  I had no interest whatsoever in being vocal.  But I did want to ask lots of questions and was privileged to be able to do just that.

Fortunately, this was just the right forum to explore and learn more.  Thanks to Dr. Baden and his wife Linda Kenney Baden, the famed New York City criminal defense attorney who defended rock icon Phil Spector in his first murder trial (she got a hung jury — his second trial without Kenney-Baden as counsel resulted in a conviction, and now Spector’s in prison “being someone’s baby” — sorry, couldn’t resist), I was invited out to a late dinner after the conference and was joined by Mark and Tina Napolitano, dear friends and neighbors who are also friends of the Badens.

I can’t imagine anyone possibly upstaging the Badens in any social circle, either in terms of expertise or intrigue.  But the presence of Dr. Werner Spitz with us was a once-in-a-lifetime occasion.  Dr. Spitz was born in Germany, which later became part of Poland, before World War II.  As a Jew, his family faced pending doom had they remained in Germany, so the family fled just before the start of the war, a decision that very likely saved their lives and ultimately gave us the world’s foremost forensic pathologist.

Dr. Spitz lived in Israel until 1959.  He knew what field he wanted to explore, and to fully do this, he had to immigrate to the United States.  He’s been living and working here ever since.  During the course of his education and experience, Dr. Spitz came to write the textbook on forensic pathology, considered the bible on the subject to this day.  He’s worked on the assassinations of John. F. Kennedy and Martin Luther King.  He also worked on the JonBenet Ramsey case, and lots of cases in between.  He’s still going strong and working today, at the age of 89.

What many readers might now know is Dr. Spitz has a wicked sense of humor.  With his thick German-Yiddish accent, he sounds and even looks a bit like Henry Kissinger.  Okay, that’s no compliment, but you get the picture.  I’ll conclude this article with three memorable dinner quips from Dr. Spitz:

 

 

 

 

One final takeaway:  The things you hear during a dinner conversation, especially among forensic pathologists can be pretty unusual.

 

Note: Thanks to Linda Kenney-Baden Esq. and Dr. Michael Baden for their invitation, dinner, and friendship.

 

FOOTNOTE:  Can someone really be frightened to death?  Dr. Spitz and Dr. Baden are convinced the answer is yes.  In fact, some people have died during scary events, even annual occasions like Halloween.  Imagine a traumatic experience that seems to have no end.  Think of a moment of terror when your body is trembling and you find it difficult to breathe.  We’ve all experienced this scary phenomenon, at times.  However, in the case of those with poor circulation and particularly the elderly, the extended stress of fright can cause blood vessels to reach the point of being incapacitated.  During serious crimes with extended time frames, those who are vulnerable have died from atypical medical causes.  Yes, you can die from fright.

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