Larry King announced on June 29th, 2010, that his long running show Larry King Live will end in the fall of the same year. Below is documented the events most likely to play out on the last day of the show.
Larry wakes up for his final day at his usual time, 6:00 AM. His clothes were of course laid out on the side of his bed when she woke up 15 minutes prior. He wished she had waited for him to wake up so they could share a moment together, but alas, he thought, Shawn and I will have much time to burn when when he is does filming today. So many years...
He meets Shawn downstairs and they leave together after Larry glances at the headlines hoping to pick a topic or two from the front page for tonight's show, but most of it is fluff. The oil spill was close to being cleaned up totally, so at least that might be something. Ah, what the hell, he though, the fluff questions I ask have worked for 25 years now getting people to talk, tonight won't be any different. I am with the President anyway, but I hope he keeps off the campaigning topics and talks more about me. God knows how much everyone else has talked about themselves, tonight is about me for once. Larry smiles.
After breakfast with the Usuals and his wife at Teddy's Restaraunt, Larry makes his way to the studio on the freeway taking in the sights which he won't be seeing much of in the coming months as Larry suspects he wants to travel for a month or two. He grips the wheel, regretting his decision to leave, but he knows it is the best decision because he is leaving the way he wants to.
CNN execs held an amazing bash for Larry: cakes, girls, cigars, and in the back room, Larry's old stand-by, a small line of coke. Yea, yea, yea. Bad for the health, but damn, the stuff was fine today, Larry thought. Plus, it actually clears my mind. I need to get ready for the President, no holds are barred tonight, I am going out with a BANG.
A short while later, Larry is on stage, eying the President. Nice shoes, he thought, but they don't go with the comparatively cheap suit; could the President not do better? I mean really, Larry now somewhat ornery, it is my last day in the business and of course Obama, absent-minded though he may be sometimes, could not get himself together properly for this, my end?! Man, another line would do me some good right about now.
With only a few minutes left, Larry was certain everything was going as he planned. Obama was fielding the questions in his well, I mean even he could not screw up these softball questions. Everyone at home was relaxed, though anxious to see just what Larry had up his sleeve for the end. Some of his old producing friends were standing next to the cameras, they couldn't believe it had been 25 years, and now this. Larry was certain he would end this show as no show had ever ended before. There would be no doubt, everyone would be talking about this night the next morning. He would be headlined all across the nation and the world. No third-world car bomb explosion would surpass him in notability the next morning.
This was it. This is the final moment of King's life. As he sits in his chair, the words of the interviewee go in one ear and out the other. The last remnants of King's persona, his life, his existence flow to the cameras surrounding him. This life-force crosses the nation's, the world's airwaves; everyone watching gets a glimpse, their brain penetrated and indelibly marked by the existence of Larry King. King clutches the arm rests of the chair, tighter and tighter as he slips away. His eyes clothes, his neck slumps. Obama, not sure of what is happening, keeps answering the question, though no one hears him. Everyone is transfixed on Larry as he slips from existence, ending his show and life exactly how he wanted to: in a final, massive blaze of glory.
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