AT 74, JAY LENO PLANNING FOR DEATH, LEAVES CHUNK OF CASH TO CARS – ‘NO ONE LIVES FOREVER’

AT 74, JAY LENO PLANNING FOR DEATH, LEAVES CHUNK OF CASH TO CARS – ‘NO ONE LIVES FOREVER’

Leno has spoken openly about a motorcycle accident and severe burns he experienced in recent years

Even a 60-foot fall on a hill couldn’t keep Leno down. In Nov. 2024, the comedian spoke to Inside Edition after he suffered a pretty serious accident.

“I’m a little beat up,” he said. “I fell 60 feet. Boom, boom, boom, boom.”

While on his way to dinner, the star rolled down the side of a hill and walked away with a series of injuries after hitting “a bunch of rocks.”

“I broke my wrist. And then I’m all black and blue from 60 feet of hitting rocks,” he said.

The comedian was wearing an eye patch during the interview and explained that his face and his eye hit a rock during the tumble. Still, he bounced back quickly.

“What else are you supposed to do?” he said.

 

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