Two days after that conversation, I was on my way to Connecticut to begin my new job in the Creative Services division of the World Wrestling Federation. Kevin and Michael came to see me off at the airport and Paul picked me up once I arrived. Little did I know 3 days after I started, I would have to say goodbye to one of the most wonderful people I have ever met to this day in my entire life. Although I had known Owen Hart since I first started coming to the events with Kevin, it took me a bit to actually give him the time of day. Of course, his consistent ribbing had nothing to do with it at all. (Laughs sarcastically.) After a few attempts of revenge, I quickly learned that I was out of his league when it came to that. I did assist him on a few occasions pulling off tricks on Shane and Bret whenever he came to visit. Then I would come and hide behind him like I was Oje or Athena looking for protection from the boogey men. Sunday, May 23, 1999 was a very sad day for most if not all who have ever been involved in this thing we now call sports entertainment. Most of the day his wife Martha, Bret, and I tried to talk him out of doing this stunt. He had done it at live events, but never from that height. The last thing he and I talked about was of all things, Scott. He told me that if I loved him like I have always said I did, I would give him the time he needed. If he truly loved me, he would at some point in time accept that I am capable enough to make my decisions. He would let me make my own mistakes. I remember the last thing I said to him was to not worry about me, and make sure he returned to me safely so Bret and Martha wouldn't have my head. I was assigned to "watch over him" for that night. My God. To this day, I still have the occasional nightmare replaying that night over and over in my head. You see, for those of you who watched this thing at home, you didn't see what happened. Shane and I were standing at the closest monitor to the doorway so I could talk to Owen after the match. I peaked out of the curtain to watch him descend. I am not going to give the details. It is enough for one person to have to live with that sight. That moment, I went and told Shane, and tried to get back out there. I had to check on him. However, Paul grabbed me on the way back.

"Let me go! I have got to go check on him!"

"Lulu let the paramedics help him. We can't do anything."

"You expect me just to sit back here while he's out there; god knows what's going on? Obviously, you have a severe malfunction."

"You think that half this damn locker room doesn't want to run out there to see if they can help? Guess what? We can't! You sure as hell aren't the only one who is fighting it!"

"Oh god! I can only imagine having to make the phone call to Martha. What if he…"

"Don't say it! Don't you dare. All we can do is pray now Hun."

The next thing we all hear is the roar of the crowd when they removed Owen's now most definitely lifeless body from the ring. Some of us had renewed hope that maybe he was still alive, just badly injured. A minute later we see the paramedics wheeling him through the curtain, one straddling him still trying to resuscitate him. As the put him in the ambulance, they called him. Debra just busted into hysterics. All Sean could do was grab me and hold me. Most of the guys were unsuccessfully trying to fight tears. I started to wring my hair like normal whenever I was nervous, knowing I would have to make a phone call to Eric Bischoff in order to get Bret who was on his way to Los Angeles to do Jay Leno with Kevin the next night. On top of that, I would be the one who notified the family. Paul's cell phone rang twice, long enough to see whom it was on the caller i.d.

"Kevin, he's dead."

"Man, please tell me you're in on a rib. He can't be."

"Paramedics just called him before they loaded him in the ambulance."

"Jesus. I bet everyone there is a wreck. (Silence) Oh my God, where's Lulu?"

"She's here. It is left up to her to make the phone call to Eric and Martha. I had to hold her back from going out there. Tell Hall to get off his ego trip now. Squirt's gonna need him. Knowing her, she is going to try and be the strong one for all of us, and then breakdown big time. Put him on 3-way."

"Give me a second. Ok. Scott, ya there?"

"Yea man I am here. How is everyone down there?"

"Not good. Not good at all."

"What happened?"

"We don't know. The only person besides the people outside the curtain who saw what happened isn't talking. She's still gotta call Calgary and Bischoff."

"Don't tell me Boo saw…damn, Paul, how is she?"

"She hasn't spoken a word since they pronounced him dead. God, dead. I still can't believe I'm saying this myself. Scott, I am going to tell you something. You better listen to me too because right now I could give a rat's ass about bruising your ego. You've got a woman who had the horror of watching a close friend and co-worker fall practically from the ceiling to his death. On top of that she will be the one breaking the news to his family. She is going to need all the support she can get. You claim you love her? Prove it! You're one of the few of us Lulu will even talk to. I'm surprised she still takes up for you after the hell you've put her through this last week."

"Chico…"

"Don't! Whatever it is, get over it now!"

I had no idea this conversation even took place besides when Paul told Kevin he was dead. I pulled out my cell phone, and rung up Martha on speed dial.

"Hello?"

"Martha, this is Lulu."

"Girl, what are you doing calling me unless…"

"Martha, God. There's been an accident."

"What do you mean and accident? What happened?"

"When he was getting lowered, something happened…"

"Spit it out, Lulu. Please tell me!"

"He came loose too high, way too high. He fell about 90 meters."

"(Screams) No! Is he okay? What hospital is he at?"

"Martha, they tried. The tried to save him, but he apparently bled to death internally from where he hit the turnbuckle."

"Please God Lulu. Tell me this is one of you two's jokes! You've gotta tell me that's what it is!"

"Hun, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Nobody wishes that more than me right now. I wish anything that could take that memory away from me. At least the cameras didn't catch it."

"What am I going to do? How am I going to tell the kids? This will kill Helen! Oh no. Does Bret know yet?"

"He will as soon as I finish this conversation with you. I have to call Eric to have him catch Bret at the airport. Hold on a second will you? (Turns around) What do you want Vince?"

"May I talk to her?"

"Why? Do you want to rub it in some more? It isn't bad enough that you made him do this crazy stunt in the first place. Now you want to talk legalities with her? God give it a day for Christ sakes!"

"Tallulah, I need to talk to her."

"Here. I swear to God if you upset her anymore than she already is, you'll regret it. Boss or not!"

I walked away from Vince knowing that I had probably just gotten myself into trouble, but then I didn't care. I still had to find another phone and call Eric. The next thing I see is Paul with his cell phone handed out to me.

"Kevin's got Eric on 3-way."

"Thanks. Eric?"

"Lulu, long time no see. What's going on?"

"I need you to go and catch Bret at the airport."

"Why? What's going on?"

"He needs to go home. It's Owen."

"Bret told me he was doing that stunt tonight. Is everything ok?"

"No, everything is far from okay. He's dead Eric. Owen's dead."

"It can't be. He'll lose it."

"Only tell him that Owen's had a bad accident and he needs to go home and be with his family. Tell him to screw Leno. If he has any questions, call me. Martha doesn't need to have to tell him. Eric, I mean it. Get him on that plane."

"No problem. Jesus. Is there anything else I can do?"

"Just tell the ones who don't know. There are a few of the guys who worked with Owen when he was with you all. The guys may want to have some sort of tribute and if you all can be involved, I'll tell you. If there's anything else, I'll get a hold of you somehow."

"OK. I'm on my way."

"Thank you Eric. Bye"

"Lulu?"

"Yea Kev?"

"How are you?"

"Good as to be expected right now. But that may change over the next couple of days. I've still got Bret to deal with. You know he's going to call."

"How did Martha take it?"

"How do you think? Her world has just been shattered. Not to mention the kids. Everything they've ever known has just been shaken like a snow globe with a crack in it. Their father has now been "leaked" out of their lives forever."

"Paul said you saw it?"

"I don't want to talk about that right now. Look, I've gotta get my phone from Vince before I have to kill him. He's talking to Martha."

"Go, in case Bret calls you. You need me; you call me no matter what time of day or night it is. Got me?"

"The one person I could use isn't talking to me at the particular moment. I'll probably call you later ok."

"Love you squirt."

"Love you too Kev."

Sure enough, I ended up chewing Vince out again. When I got the phone back, Martha was in near hysterics. If it weren't for Dewayne holding my arm back, I would have clobbered him. Bret's Survivor Series shot wouldn't have even compared. I used my phone to put the call through to Stu and Helen. Thank God Bret's sister, Georgia, was there. I don't think I could have told either one of Owen's parents. We talked for about 15 minutes when I had to hang up. I knew by then Bret was going to be arriving at the airport meeting Eric. God I could only imagine what he had to be thinking. I was about to find out.

"Yea?"

"Lulu…Eric said to call you. What's going on?"

"Bret…"

"What's wrong? I tried to call Martha and the line is busy."

"She's on the phone with your parents. I had to call all of them to tell them that…"

"To tell them what?"

"There was an accident tonight, sweetie. It's not good at all."

"How bad? (Silence) How bad is it Tallulah?"

"The rigging either snapped or he came loose about 90 meters above the ring. He's gone. I'm so sorry."

"Not Owen. Please God not Owen. Hun, please tell me you're lying!"

"I failed at my job tonight. I couldn't help him. I tried to talk him out of it Bret. I really tried. He wouldn't listen."

"Oh God…"

"Neither the fall or the attempts to resuscitate him were shown on camera. They pronounced him dead right before they loaded him into the ambulance to take him to the hospital. I don't even want to know what's going through Jimmy Cordaris' head right now. He was the ref for the match. He was standing opposite where Owen fell. They wouldn't let me go help him. I was trying to get Shane and go out there, but Paul restrained me and said I was going to be in the way. "

"Honey, it's ok. I know you tried to help. Besides the obvious, who all knows?"

"Of course Eric knows, Kevin, I called Martha. When I called the main house, I talked to Georgia and told her. I wouldn't have been able to tell Stu and Helen. That would have killed them. You need to call the house. Your family needs to talk to you more than I do right now. You call me when you get back to Calgary. Tell Martha that I will be up there on Tuesday. If you all need me before then, please call me. My cell is going to be on at all times. If you can't get me on it, try someone else and have them track me down."

"Sure. Lulu, don't blame yourself Hun. We'll figure out what happened."

"Yes we will. I'll promise you all that. I meant what I said."

"So did I. I'll talk to you later."

"OK Sweetie. Take care."