"Heidi was hired for Farley by a friend for $2,000. She joined Farley at a party in Lincoln Park (in Chicago) at 11 AM. There were drugs going around..." [Find A Death]

"The Last Days of Chris Farley," a new book due sometime this summer, with Playboy running excerpts in its May issue, and co-authored by his brother Tom, not the sibling who discovered Chris's addiction-ridden body, is said to be the definitive bio of the late funnyman. Among the many great quotes we've found that detail a tragic finish to a great life and career...

David Spade: "I got a lot of shit at the end about 'Why weren't you there for him?' But being that close, I dealt with it all the time. And in that situation, before the guy's dead, he's just kind of an asshole. Truth is, you get a junkie who's wasted all the time and moody and angry and trying to knock you around, you say, 'OK, you go do that, and I'll be over here.' " [via IMDB and Defamer]

Heidi the hooker: "Chris claimed he’d been up for 4 days, without sleep. They tried to have sex, but Chris couldn’t. Cut to 11 PM – Chris and Heidi were back at his apartment in the Hancock building. She was getting pissed off because she wanted to get paid, and Chris claimed that the friend was supposed to pay her. They supposedly tried sex again, unsuccessfully, and finally at 3am she decided to take off. Farley was clearly inebriated, and as she was leaving his apartment, he collapsed about 10 feet from the door.

"Heidi claimed she could hear that he was having difficulty breathing. He said to her, 'Don't leave me.' Figuring he had finally passed out, she snapped a photograph of him lying there and then left."

What a terrible way to go, with your unused hooker taking a picture of your corpse for her photo album. (The photo of his dead body is available on line, but we're not about to include that here. We're not TMZ or some other awful institution.)

We'd prefer to think of him not in that way but as Newt Gingrich... or, better yet, as Chris Farley, Master Pickup Artist...