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Please tell us more about ur opinions on dylan klebold?

fairyviolence:

He’s interesting, I have trouble understanding him. I feel that he would be very much like trying to break open an oyster, you’d be constantly and exhaustingly working on getting that shell open, and it could take you years and you may only ever break it open just the tiniest little bit. I don’t even think people that considered Dylan to be their ‘best friend’ even really knew him. I think only Dylan knew Dylan.


Part 2 – Blackjack Pizza – Jason Secor Q/A from the Shock Beyond Belief Forum(now defunct).


Part 1 [x]

UPDATE Part 3 [x]


Jason Secor (Manager of Blackjack pizza) calling JeffCo on 4/20/1999

Dispatch communicating with an officer about searching Blackjack Pizza on 4/20/99

Chris Lau (former owner of Blackjack Pizza) calling JeffCo on 4/20/1999

Credit goes to: mydarkcorner11 for the above audio links!

Y’all should be happy campers that both D and E are getting equal attention in a post here (which.. I actually do upon occasion.. when the mood strikes me.) However, I think it’s pretty much a given that this blog shall remain dedicated. Basically, “All Dylan. All the Time” 😉 And besides, there are plenty of EH blogs that do a fine job of it.

I have been meaning to complete all Parts to this Blackjack post for quite some time. This invaluable Q/A session with Jason Secor is a companion piece to this post [x] Enjoy!

sweet-killers:

Stuff written on Dylan Klebold notebook.

”Tiny Socks/rap videos/us taking cafeteria shits(?)/ you know what I hate/Films of people fuck ups/Deathmatcher segment/make your car seem better”.

I’ve always thought of this as Dylan (and Eric’s) brainstorming list for video production ideas..

Tiny jocks
(making fun of) Rap Videos
Us playing Biff (no rules dodge ball)
Us taking cafeteria shots (like how Veik filmed them in the Commons)
“You know what I hate’ stuff being filmed
Films of people’s fuck ups (i.e. stupid n00bs that can’t even log into a computer properly)
Deathmatch segments (filming E & D having Doom deathmatches)
and the last option, the one they chose to film….
Make yer car seem better! (The Car Wax commercial)

I Like You. I’ll Let You Live.

Jessica Holiday went on to indicate it was obvious to her when Dylan Klebold straddled her (bare) leg as he was reloading his weapon, she had been discovered.

A girl that sits in front of Dylan in Government Economics class by the name of Val (Schnurr) speaks to Dylan often.

Today, April 24th, fifteen years ago, Rachel Scott and Dylan Klebold’s funerals were held.

“Rachel Scott’s funeral on April 24, 1999 was attended by more than 2,000 people and was televised throughout the nation. It was the most watched event on CNN up to that point, surpassing even the funeral of Diana, Princess of Wales.”

While hundreds of mourners crowded today’s televised funeral for 17-year-old Rachel Scott, a victim of the attack, Klebold’s low-key service at a mortuary 20 miles northeast of Littleton was attended by his parents, his older brother and 10 others, Marxhausen said. He said Klebold’s remains are to be cremated and that funeral arrangements for Harris are still being worked out. [x]

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“Possibly my biggest regret of my life is attending Rachel’s funeral and not Dylan’s.”
– Devon Adams

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Wouldn’t it be strangely profound in a tragic romantic way if Rachel was Dylan’s secret true love? Not that I believe this to be the case but it is interesting that both had their funeral on the same day and likely at the same time.

How do you preside over the funeral of a 17-year-old boy who went to school one Tuesday morning and, with his good buddy Eric Harris, massacred 13 people just for fun? Dylan Klebold helped perpetrate one of the bloodiest school shootings in history, indelibly etching the name “Columbine” into our collective memories. Yet the Rev. Don Marxhausen believed that Dylan’s parents deserved to hear the message of God’s grace. And so when a desperate Tom Klebold phoned, the pastor—a liberal-minded Lutheran—agreed to arrange a private service. This decision has haunted him ever since. In his sermon, Marxhausen spoke of God’s love. “God, who knows about suffering and pain and loss, wants to reach out to you,” he told the grieving parents, according to news accounts. As he preached, Marxhausen could see Dylan, laid out before him in an open coffin. A small mountain of beanie babies was piled around the boy’s head, covering the self-administered wound that killed him. It was Saturday, four days after the shootings.

Marxhausen, now nearly 70, is a burly, plain-spoken man who arrived in Littleton in 1990, and built St. Philip Lutheran Church into a thriving, mainline congregation with more than 1,000 members. Marxhausen believes firmly in a loving, forgiving God and a nuanced approach to questions of salvation. After Columbine, local evangelicals—who said the shootings were the devil’s work and who used the tragedy as an opportunity to bring people to Jesus—infuriated him. On the Sunday between Dylan’s funeral and Cassie’s, 70,000 mourners gathered in a parking lot to listen to Franklin Graham, among others, proclaim the gospel. Marxhausen hated the whole thing. “Franklin Graham was beating me up through my TV,” he says. “I turned it off.”

Still, Marxhausen might have survived the Columbine tragedy with his job intact were it not for his continued relationship with the Klebolds—and his very public support of them. After Dylan’s funeral, he described the killer’s parents as “the loneliest people on the planet” to The Denver Post. “That’s where I think I started getting in trouble with my church,” says Marxhausen. “I was becoming somewhat toxic with my visibility and extrovertedness.”

Exhausted by the tragedy, Marxhausen took a three-month sabbatical. “You absorb everyone else’s pain, and after a while that catches up to you, big time.” Still, he concedes, he left when his church needed him most. When he came back in September, “it was clear this wasn’t my church anymore,” he says.

Marxhausen now lives south of Littleton in Highlands Ranch with his wife, and he ministers to a tiny, rural congregation in mountainous Idaho Springs.

Marxhausen probably speaks for both men when he says the toll Columbine has taken on his life is incalculable. “I learned how fear can take hold of a community. You have to be prepared to hurt when you go into the ministry. But I never thought it would hurt that much.”

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dylan’s funeral/cremation

“There is a July 1999 article in a magazine called "The Director” which is a publication for professionals in the mortuary biz. which Sue’s friend talks about having worked with Dylan’s mother for a couple of years prior to helping her arrange her son Dylan’s cremation.

Sue has said herself that Dylan has no memorial site to visit. His friends have said that he was cremated. Now there’s even more undeniable proof that he was cremated.

“On April 20, 1999, I watched the television in disbelief as the tragic events unfolded at Columbine High School. My disbelief turned into sadness as I learned that John Tomlin, a boy from my church, Foothills Bible Church, died in the library that day. The next morning, my disbelief and sadness turned to horror as I saw the name "Dylan Klebold” flash across my television screen.

I worked for several years with Sue Klebold at Arapahoe Community College. Until recently, Sue was on the Mortuary Science Program Advisory Committee and made certain that the program functioned under the guidelines of the Americans with Disabilities Act. My heart broke for Sue because I knew she was a good person and a good mother, and that her life would never again be the same.

Sue contacted me to ask for my help in arranging the cremation and private memorial service for her son. I called John Horan of Horan & McConaty Funeral Service, Denver, Colorado, and together we made funeral arrangements for Dylan Klebold. It was very important to me that I immediately tell Sue that I was there to love her and comfort her, and that I was not sitting in judgment of her. As Sue and her family talked and told stories of their son and brother, I was given the opportunity to hear of the caring, loving side of Dylan that most people will never hear about.”

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On Thursday, April 22, Tom Klebold called and asked for help. Would I do a funeral for his son? It was to be a private, secret affair, with a few trusted friends. The media circus had begun, and Tom, on the best of days, is a private person.

Upon arrival at the funeral home I met Tom Klebold and his other son Byron. We were formal with each other, but he was grateful for my presence. In a room where Dylan’s body was in a coffin, I met his mother, Sue. She came into my arms and sobbed and shook. I held her, but could feel nothing, as I was numb with overload. Dylan lay in the casket surrounded with Beanie Babies.

A family lawyer came. Long-time friends arrived; one couple was from my church. Tom’s sister and brother-in-law were the only other family members. As I walked into the incredibly tension-filled room, I knew that the service I had prepared was not appropriate. I said, “Let’s just sit and talk for a while. Who wants to begin?”

One family jumped in and talked about how much they loved Dylan. Another said what great parents the Klebolds were. The family from my church related how great it was to have Dylan at their house and how he wrestled with their son. Nothing made sense. Then Dylan’s father Tom said, “Who the hell gave a gun to my son? All we have in the house is a BB gun to shoot the woodpeckers. We are against guns.” Susan said, “How could he be anti-Semitic? He is half Jewish as I am all Jewish.” So it went for a half an hour or more. Finally it was time to do liturgy, read scripture, offer prayers and give a brief sermon about parents’ love, which is as faithful as God’s love.

On the way out I asked the lawyer how should I respond to the media. He said, “Tell them what you saw here today. Tell them about these good people.”

Pastor Donald Marxhausen
Chaplain, Adams County Jail, Colorado

dk-99:

The funeral home and chapel where Dylan Klebold’s private viewing took place in Denver,Colorado. Dylan was in an open coffin, with beanie babies lining his head (this helped to cover trauma caused by the gunshot wound). His father was very enraged that day, asking who would give his son a gun. His mother on the other hand wondered how he could be anti-Semitic, as he was half Jewish and she being full. She also fell into the preacher’s arms and cried,she had lost her baby and all that ran through her head is that she hadn’t been a good mother.

April 24, 1999
“Only a handful of people came to say goodbye to Dylan Klebold. His long, skinny body fit awkwardly into the cardboard casket where it would lie until cremation. His hands were folded on his chest, and stuffed animals surrounded him. His family and few friends shared memories, the happy ones about Dylan the Boy Scout, Dylan the Little Leaguer, Dylan the wrestler. There was his mother Susan’s favorite story: One afternoon, Dylan, age 10, came running back from the creek with a pile of leeches. Normally unflappable, Klebold’s mother was disgusted by her son’s blood-sucking treasures; Dylan loved it, the fun of grossing out Mom. For those who attended the service, it was as if Dylan’s life had ended at age 12, not five years later in a murderous rampage that left 12 students, a teacher, and the two killers dead, and a nation grieving and groping for answers. That wasn’t the young man Susan Klebold raised. “This monster,” she told her hairdresser, Dee Grant, tears coming down her cheeks, “was not the son I knew.”