Later Years and Death
He married Jackie Irving in 1967 and they had one daughter Katya Faith who became a television producer. In 1986, he was hired as a financial journalist by the Daily Mail and its sister paper The Mail on Sunday.
In 1985, he appeared on a BBC Radio 2 tribute programme to James Dean, written and presented by Terence Pettigrew. You're Tearing Me Apart was aired on the 30th anniversary of Dean's death. Dean had been his idol, and the film Rebel Without a Cause had inspired the teenage Faith to become a singer and actor. "That movie changed my life", he remarked. In 1986, Faith had open heart surgery.
In the 1980s, Faith became a financial investments advisor. He had a financial involvement with television's Money Channel, but the channel proved unsuccessful and closed in 2001. Faith was declared bankrupt owing a reported £32 million. He also advised and invested monies for Michael Winner via Sir Nicholas Goodison and also with Roger Levitt's financial group. However, both these investments lost money.
He became ill after his stage performance in the touring production of Love And Marriage at Stoke-on-Trent on a Friday evening, and died at North Staffordshire Hospital of a heart attack early on Saturday, 8 March 2003.
British tabloid newspapers reported his last words as "Channel Five is all shit, isn't it? Christ, the crap they put on there. It's a waste of space". Although it is not certain these were his words, it has become an urban myth.
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