The book ends with a loving and insightful coda by Laurent's good friend and the editor of this book, David Saint, which reveals the real story of his death.
BroadwayWorld should have a contest for who can guess the "real story" behind the death of Arthur Laurents.
Oh, that's right, we buy the book because we can't resist Laurents' snarkiness even while we profess indignation. (This is a general remark, joey, and not directed at you. I read your reference to having been critical of Laurents in the past, but I didn't see those posts.)