Proof (rapper) - Death

Death

On April 11, 2006, Proof was shot four times by Mario Etheridge, twice in the head and twice in the chest/stomach area, after an altercation broke out during a game of billiards at the CCC Club on 8 Mile Road in Detroit, Michigan. A pool game between Proof and Keith Bender turned into a heated argument and then escalated into a physical altercation. Etheridge, who was Bender's cousin, fired a warning shot into the air. It was reported that Proof (who was licensed to carry a gun) then shot Bender in the head during the altercation. Bender was not immediately killed by the gunshot but died a week later from his injuries. In response to Proof shooting Bender, Etheridge then shot Proof four times, twice in the head and twice in the chest/stomach area, killing him immediately. At the time of his death, Proof's blood alcohol content was 0.32, four times the legal DUI limit. An autopsy revealed that Holton did not have any illegal drugs in his system. Bender's family began a wrongful death suit against Proof's estate. Authorities determined that Etheridge was acting lawfully in defense of another; however, he was found guilty of carrying an illegal firearm and discharging it inside of a building.

On April 12, 2006, Proof was buried in the Fellowship Chapel in Detroit to a full house of 2,660, including Royce da 5'9", D12 and thousands more mourning outside.

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