J. Paul Getty III, who was a grandson of the oil baron once believed to be the richest man in the world and who achieved tragic notoriety in 1973 when he was kidnapped by Italian gangsters, died Saturday at his home near London. He was 54.
8. The Guardian (J. Paul Getty III, 1956-2011)
You made me in the stairwell, you sent me to the street. I was picking through the litter, I was ragged in the feet. The snow is falling slowly from the heavens to the sea and the money that you left me Is the opposite of free. The telephone is ringing, the coffeepot is cold. You're sitting and you're singing like an angel getting old. The song was never sold… The savior was a salesman on the doorsteps of the meek, with a killer sense of mercy and a murderous physique. Guardian of my sorrow, master of the wheel: I'm leaving you forever if I make it through the meal. Heal me with you sharpest blade, heal me with your heel: I’ll find a way to thank you.