SAD, LOVABLE showbiz clown Chris Farley was only 33.

Chris Farley's Final Hours

His self-destruction was 'slow-motion suicide'
"About 3 p.m. I was sleeping when Heidi showed up back at her apartment. She woke me and said, 'I've brought Chris Farley with me!'

"We sat down at the dining room table and started smoking crack and snorting heroin. Chris was really strung out. He told me he'd been up for four days without sleep.

"I asked him whether he was ever shy about getting up on stage. He told me, 'I hate going on stage. I'm terrified.'

"During the course of the afternoon we were talking about women. He told me, "I don't think women like me. I don't think I can get a date without paying for it because I'm so fat. I use prostitutes because I'm lonely for a woman. I'm fat and ugly. That's why I do drugs -- it numbs the pain.'

"He was depressed. And those drugs bring out all the dark stuff in your mind. You lose your inhibitions and start telling people your innermost thoughts and secrets.

"As the evening progressed and we continued doing drugs, Chris started getting agitated, paranoid. He was almost bouncing off the walls."

Then Farley turned his attention to Heidi, a 5-foot-3 blonde with breast implants, Epstein told The ENQUIRER.

"He wanted sex, so Heidi ran a bubble bath and got in and Chris followed. But after an hour of trying, Chris couldn't have sex. He couldn't perform because of the drugs.

"He got dressed and came back out and he kind of snapped. He was running his hands through his hair. Then he went in the bathroom and splashed water all over his head and ran it through his hair.

"The drugs were really getting to him. He told Heidi he wanted to take her out for a lobster dinner and then get a room with a Jacuzzi at the Ritz-Carlton. I mixed a couple of vodka drinks and we drank them to come down a little bit.

"Chris' limo arrived at 8:45 p.m. and Heidi and Chris took off with the vodka and the drugs. Heidi told him they should just go to his apartment, that he was too high to go to the Ritz.

"At 11 p.m. Heidi called from his apartment. She said she'd been fighting with Chris and wanted to get paid, but he'd told her she was going to be paid by Tony.

"Heidi said Chris had again become sexually aggressive, but he still couldn't perform.

"At 2 a.m. Heidi called again and said she wanted me to come pick her up. But my car wasn't working.

"Chris got on the phone and invited me over to be with him. He sounded lonely, like he wanted company. But I had no way to get there.

"When Heidi got home in Chris' limo, she told me they'd squabbled over money some more, and she finally got up to leave before 3 a.m. Chris went toward the door to stop her, but all of a sudden he collapsed about 10 feet from the door.

"He just fell back and slumped on the floor, and she could hear his labored breathing.

"He said, 'Don't leave me.' But that's just what she did.  She just figured he'd finally passed out from drugs. When I heard on the news later that day that he was dead, I was shocked."

Farley was found around 2:00 that afternoon by his brother John, still lying 10 feet from the door.
"He'd been dead for hours," a source close to the investigation told The ENQUIRER.

"He was dressed in sweat pants and had an open pin-striped shirt. Rigor mortis had already set in. His arms were frozen in an uplifted way.

"In his left hand, paramedics found Chris clutching a baseball cap and rosary beads.

"No one knows if the beads meant Chris knew he was going to die."

Foam on Farley's mouth and nose probably indicates he didn't die quickly, but lay gasping for breath for some time on the floor.

The apartment was a mess. Bags of white powder plus Prozac and other antidepressants littered the bedroom and bathroom, and open liquor bottles were spread over the kitchen counters.

And from the walls of the 60th-floor apartment, paintings of frowning clowns looked down on the massive, lifeless body of Hollywood's saddest clown.

SPECIAL REPORT  by Jim Nelson