I'm ready to do my last show at a big Las Vegas hotel, Holiday says. And as I walk past the crap table I nearly stumble over a guy. He's stretched out on the floor. I ask the pit boss, "Hey, Tony, what happened?" "He was dead before he hit the floor," Tony says. "Go do your show." People are stepping over this guy like he's a bag of rags or something. One guy's straddling him while he shoots dice. I thought, "Oh, Man! Do I really need this?"