Susan dressed and ready to perform as the Player Queen in a Mendocino Community College production of Hamlet a few nights before she was killed. She loved Shakespeare, knew the plays well and, with her usual precision and brain power, swiftly committed her performance to memory, and practiced it to perfection. Describing her elaborate costume, she said: “My first days as a blond, and it is truly fabulous — I sparkle, I glow, I have white greasepaint in my hair even after shampooing!” Susan would have been 62 today. She is sorely missed.
In the words of the Ghost who haunts Hamlet:
Murder most foul, as in the best it is,
But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.