Anthony Dwain Lee - Death

Death

On Oct. 28, 2000, Lee was attending a costume party party in Benedict Canyon at a friend's mansion dubbed "The Castle". Lee was dressed as a devil wearing a mask and long, black cape. He was also carrying a replica of a .357 Magnum Desert Eagle made of rubber. Sometime around 1 a.m, two LAPD officers, Officer Terrill Hopper and Officer Natalie Humpherys, responded to a noise complaint at the residence. The two were met by a private security guard hired by one of the party's hosts. The security guard showed the officers to the kitchen and left them to find one of the party hosts.

Before Officer Hopper then left the kitchen, exiting through a side door. Hopper searched the darkened narrow path area behind the home with his flashlight before coming upon a glass door. Behind the door stood Lee and his friend, fellow actor Jeff Denton. The two were in Denton's bedroom chatting with another actor when they saw Officer Hopper's flashlight shine through the glass door. Officer Hopper then shot through the glass door nine times, hitting Lee a total of four time. Lee died at the scene. Officer Hopper later said he fired his weapon because Lee aimed his replica gun at him and was unaware that the gun was not real.

A memorial service in Lee's honor was held at Sōka Gakkai International, Los Angeles Friendship Center, a Nichiren Buddhist community center in West Los Angeles, counted among the four memorials held in Seattle, Sacramento and Milwaukee.

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