Well, they did get onto the goddam sausages in the end.
I felt rather sorry for him in the closing stages of the documentary; I hadn't realised he'd lost his wife and home. No wonder he eventually wondered just who in the hell he really was... he was fortunate in that, like Avedon, he was able to die in the saddle, as it were. He never had to endure the sense of a career being over, so at least there was something left to which he could cling.
One of the remarks that most grabbed my attention was from Jerry Hall, where speaking about some of the characters of extreme wealth that crossed her path and that of Parks, some found themselves where they were for no better reason than that granddad had invented the can-opener. I thought that wonderful, and wished that I had had a soup manufacturer in my lineage. Even tomato soup would have done just fine.
;-(
Rob C