Flamboyantly closeted (how's that for an oxymoron!) superhomosexual and conservative Republican Liberace was BOTD in 1919 and died of the Mrs. AIDS in 1987 at the age of 67. In 1956, an article in the Daily Mirror by columnist Cassandra (William Connor) described Liberace as "the summit of sex—the pinnacle of masculine, feminine and neuter. Everything that he, she and it can ever want...a deadly, winking, sniggering, snuggling, chromium-plated, scent-impregnated, luminous, quivering, giggling, fruit-flavoured, mincing, ice-covered heap of mother love." Sounds pretty accurate to me! Liberace sued and won ("fruit-flavoured" was deemed libelous as it inferred "homosexual"), testifying in a London court that he was not homosexual and that he had never taken part in homosexual acts, which was as big a stretch as his limousine and his back door combined. In 1982, Scott Thorson, Liberace's 22-year-old former chauffeur and alleged live-in lover of five years, sued the bejewelled pants off the pianist for $113 million in palimony after he was dismissed by Liberace. Liberace continued to deny that he was homosexual, and during court depositions in 1984, he insisted that Thorson was never his lover. The case was settled out of court in 1986, with Thorson receiving a $75,000 cash settlement, plus three cars and three pet dogs worth another $20,000. Mr. Liberace never married. If you've never seen Steven Soderbergh's "Behind the Candelabra" (2013), probably his best film, starring Michael Douglas as Liberace and Matt Damon as Scott Thorson (probably their best performances), you should. It's fabulous, and ultimately moving