A Lonely End

Doc Holliday’s last days were sad and solitary.

November 8, 1887. Doc Holliday succumbs to the ravages of tuberculosis and pneumonia (and hard living) in a Glenwood Springs hotel room. There’s no proof Doc looked at his bootless feet and said, “This is funny,”just before he died. In fact, Doc was in and out of
a coma for the last two weeks of his life–and mostly alone, occasionally helped by hotel staff and Holiday’s colleagues in the sporting fraternity. The latter paid for his funeral and his grave.