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When it came to his collection of six-toed cats, he was a bowl of jelly. He melted like butter and spoke softly and cuddled them like they were all royalty. His cats never had to want for anything. He had an extreme attachment to all his pets. Ernest's life did not go out large as he lived. It was quiet, in an area where no one would find his burial grounds for quite some time and for years the public had no idea that he had committed suicide. Killing himself at 61 seemed to have cut a brilliant man's life very short when he was beginning to become famous worldwide. Read on to see what you think.