The Pope of Pop's last week with this mortal coil began, more or less, on Valentine's Day. It was a Saturday in 1987 during an otherwise routine collagen treatment when Andy Warhol complained about his gallbladder, an irascible organ he'd begrudgingly dealt with for years—at least since '73 or '74—and had since placated with doctor's visits, prescriptions, and dietary adjustments. But a week or so prior to this appointment, the abdominal pain had returned with such a vengeance that he had been forced to cancel post-dinner plans to see the... More >>>