Veronica Lake was one of the biggest stars of the 1940s, who died penniless in her fifties.
She was so broke, apparently that there was a dispute over her ashes which were assumed to have been scattered. Recently they have reappeared in an antique store in Miami.
My favourite movie of hers is I married a witch, in which a beatiful 17th centruy witch returns to life to plague the descendant of her persecutor who had her burned at the stake. You can see a trailer here - unfortunately only in the dreaded WMF format (is that a weapon of Mass Frustration?)
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