Whoa this is amazing. I had no idea there was so much intrigue going on in his private life.
Edit: What an absolutely beautiful funeral for the man though. Truly had lots in his life that cared about him dearly.
King took that music to Memphis, and then around the world. Death tried to take him young, too, but it missed. One night at a club in Arkansas, two men were fighting over a woman named Lucille when they accidentally set the place on fire. King ran outside, then remembered his Gibson acoustic. He went back and got it just before the building collapsed. He nearly died for that guitar, and then he named it Lucille to remind himself never to do that again. He kept playing for 65 more years, until last October.