I started watching wrestling in the mid-70's, the AWA. Hennig, (my auto-correct has now tried twice to spell it Henning. No, dumbass, it's HENNIG!), was always at the front and center. Face or heel, he always put on a great show. Then his son came and out-shined the OTHER well-known son on the show, (Greg Gagne) and went on to greater Perfect things.
There was a bar I used to bounce at that he was really good friends with the owner. Larry came in with him one time. I was sitting with my gf at the time and some friends. They all noticed this huge guy walking in, and I explained who it was. He was sitting with the owner, who knew I was a big fan. I walked over and he introduced me to Larry. Shook his meat hook, told him what I fan I was, same of his son, whom I had also met a couple times. (Curt was a big time fan of this country band I used to work with in the mid 90's. He and Animal would come out all the time to watch us. Wore OUR merch, too!) We bs'ed for a couple minutes, wished him the best, went and sat down.
My gf at that time would put up with my wrasslin' and sometimes watch with me. She had an idea about the industry. She immediately got up and went and introduced herself. Said her condolences on his son, blahblahblah, then said: "I was wondering if you could do a favor for me?"
Larry: "Sure! What is it?"
Gf: "Would you piledrive me?"
Larry: blanklook.......... LAUGHS HIS ASS OFF!
Gf: "I thought so." walks back to table.
I've always loved that story.
RIP, Mr. Hennig. Tell Curt hi.