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RFK thinking about Hoffa
God. Uncle Bobby and the kids. There's a story that at first he was so lost in his grief that he didn't understand that there had to be a public funeral, that the death of POTUS couldn't be left only to a private family service. A friend knocked on his door, and he answered with calm bitterness, "Hi, come on in. My brother's been murdered and we're watching the funeral on TV."
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