And now, the end is near,
And so I face the final curtain . . .
With those familiar lyrics, Frank Sinatra began crooning an encore of My Way to a sold-out crowd in Richmond, Virginia, a week ago. Midway through his signature tune, dripping with sweat, the 78-year-old singer called for a chair, then suddenly collapsed. The audience gasped as he landed facedown with a thud. "I thought he had died," Sinatra's bass player told the Richmond Times-Dispatch. "I always figured he'd go onstage." Revived a few moments later, Sinatra was rushed off in a wheelchair and spent a few...
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