The Big Bopper and two others were killed in a plane crash 56 years ago today.
A couple of years ago, they DUG HIM UP!
"Jay Richardson [the Bopper's son who was born two months after his father died] stepped up beside the upper end [of the coffin]. I stood beside him. A hush fell over the group as Rodney Landry grasped one edge of the lid and gave a tug. After nearly half a century in the soggy ground, the lid raised smoothly and silently. As it did, it revealed one of the most remarkable sights I've ever seen in my career. What I saw, and what Jay Richardson saw, was not a bare skull or rotting tissue. What we saw was the Big Bopper himself, complete with his trademark crew cut. The skin was discolored — a mottled bluish-purple — but the features were instantly recognizable, and bore a striking resemblance to those of the man who stood beside me, getting his first glimpse of his father in the flesh."
Did anyone else feel gypped when we didn't get a peek?