I remember that day like it were yesterday. April 1, 1984 -- I was just getting ready to jump in the shower before leaving for work. The radio DJ announced that Marvin had been shot by his father. I thought it was a sick and disgusting April Fool's joke. Upon existing the shower and while getting dressed, the more they talked about it, the clearer it became that it was no joke; but, rather, the shocking and sickening truth.