How and where did jack ruby die
Jack Ruby died from cancer on January 3, 1967 at Dallas' Parkland Memorial Hospital while waiting for a new trial. ChaCha! [ Source: http://www.chacha.com/question/how-and-where-did-jack-ruby-die ]
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- How and where did jack ruby die
- Jack Ruby died from cancer on January 3, 1967 at Dallas' Parkland Memorial Hospital while waiting for a new trial. ChaCha!
- How did jack ruby die?
- Jack Leon Rubenstein was born on April 25, 1910. Jack changed his name to Jack Ruby. Jack died on January 3, 1967 from lung cancer at Parkland Hospital.
- When did Jack Ruby die?
- Ruby's conviction was reversed by the Texas Court of Criminal Appeals in October 1966, but he died in prison of a blood clot, complicated by cancer, on January 3, 1967.
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