Beautiful death
Your name was Evelyn McHale. You were an ordinary American woman. I don't want to be your wife, you wrote in your suicide note, and asked that your body be destroyed without a grave. Then you made your final decision. It wasn't your life that made you famous, but your death. You didn't necessarily want this, but you didn't know it anymore. It was your death that made you famous, after falling from the observation deck of the Empire State Building. That was your last sight. Your beautiful body survived its last mission and the photographer captured the flawless beauty of your face. That was it. A beautiful death, the newspaper said.