Personal
Kluge was a collector of Contemporary Indigenous Australian art, and owned works by prominent artists including Clifford Possum Tjapaltjarri.
Kluge was married four times. His first wife was Theodora Thomson Townsend, his second was Yolanda Galardo Zucco, the third was Patricia Maureen Rose, and his fourth was Maria Tussi Kuttner. Patricia Kluge has since filed for bankruptcy after taking on too much leverage during the recession. Kluge had three children, Joseph (whom he adopted), Samantha (with Zucco) and John Jr (adopted, with Rose). He had homes in Virginia and Florida with his fourth wife, Maria Tussi Kluge, at the time of his death in 2010.
He paid for life saving surgery for British cancer patient Craig Shergold after being asked to send a greeting or business card to the young patient. Kluge decided that the child needed medical treatment instead of a Guinness world record for most cards.
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