Last week there was a death surrounding the property of the Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel. Out of respect for the family, Thompson has not released the name of the deceased nor any private details.

Unfortunately this morning inaccurate reports regarding the incident occurred. The death in fact was not pronounced at the Hollywood Roosevelt, it was pronounced away from the hotel, only after the individual was taken away by emergency medical staff in an ambulance.

We can assure guests who have used the pool since the incident that proper procedures were taken, and the pool was drained and cleaned once authorities completed their on-site investigation.

Thompson Hotels hope that journalists will respect the family during this time of loss and suffering, and share our deepest sympathies.

Please let me know if you have any questions.

Obviously, we feel badly about the young guy who passed away—but if we read that correctly, his death didn't happen in the pool, and yet they drained it anyway. That to us sounds unlikely—plus it contradicts the coroner's statement. But then, it's not entirely out of the realm of possibility, considering we once found a blonde eyelash in a Pomegranatini at Teddy's, and the gracious staff replaced it immediately, no questions asked.

• Previously: Lesbian Starlet Supply Tainted By Roosevelt's Corpse-Water Pool [Defamer]

For possibly the last time in Los Angeles, the royal purple carpet will be rolled out for his Hollywood homecoming and the artist has chosen the legendary hotel for seven exclusive, intimate performances commencing Saturday, June 23rd, 2007. [...]

Following every two-hour performance, fans can experience a late-night impromptu jazz set presided over by Prince.

VIP packages, including dinner at the Dakota (tax, alcohol, and gratuity excluded), will be limited to 130 seats, sold in pairs (65) for $3121.00. An additional 70, standing room only tickets will be made available for $312.10 each.

We'd caution not to fall for the "possibly the last time" business— a transparent tactic more typically employed by lesser, Farewell Tour whores like Barbara Streisand and Cher. If the price seems a little steep, at least it playfully incorporates Prince's latest obsession—the number 3121. The inclusion of an additional, highly spiritual zero before the decimal, meanwhile, will result in access to the ultra-exclusive after-after-party, where guests will be waited upon by a harem of veiled, pseudo-virgin backup dancers in the Horny One's sprawling, private suite.

• Prince in Hollywood [The Daily Swarm]

What the plans call for: On seven Friday nights starting June 16, the Roosevelt will close off its lobby at 9 p.m. Then, at 11:30 in the Blossom Room in front of 250 seated guests and an undetermined number of standing-room-only patrons, Prince (joined each week by special guests) will give a two-hour performance.

At 2 a.m., Prince's private chef will take over the kitchen of the Roosevelt's Dakota restaurant, which will morph into an after-hours dinner club. As part of a jazz ensemble, Prince will entertain diners until 4 a.m.

The early report lacks information on the price, but we'll assume that the cost will be high enough to ensure that attendance will be limited to the Roosevelt's usual crowd so that Lindsay Lohan can enjoy a relaxing evening of shouting, "Jesus Christ! Are you gonna play 'Red Corvette' or not? Fuck!" on each trip to the ladies room stall without worrying about outsiders judging her too harshly.

• Exclusive: Seven weeks of Prince in Hollywood? [LAT Buzz Bands]

THINGS got ugly at the Hollywood Roosevelt over the weekend when a top Paramount exec was allegedly man handled, threatened and thrown out of the hotel by a doorman. Dee Poku, vice president of the studio's international marketing division, told Page Six, "They were pretty disgusting." While she wouldn't elaborate, a close pal said the drama erupted when Poku "was politely asking for one more guest on the list to get in to join a birthday party she was attending inside."

That's when the doorman inexplicably "verbally threatened" her, "grabbed her and threw her out into the street. She is totally traumatized," the friend said. The jolted exec, who is said to be mulling legal action, told a friend via e-mail: "I was in tears - they were so mean." The hotel said in a statement: "The guest was disrupting the hotel's security procedures with regards to checking IDs and asked to leave. We do not enjoy asking our patrons to leave, but were left no other choice. This particular guest was disruptive for over an hour."

The Roosevelt has obviously taken a less celebrity-obsessed approach to building buzz these days; under the Demme regime, the above story would've involved a dispassionate Amanda ordering one of her doormen to stungun the testicles of a second-tier One Tree Hill cast member, then having someone immediately call Page Six to brag about it. If the New Roosevelt can offer nothing better than an obscure Paramount exec having an hourlong hissy hit, they're going to have a hard time keeping their name in the tabloids.

• STUDIO EXEC GETS HOTEL BOOT [Page Six]

As the waitress was ringing up our drinks, a flash went off along with what sounded like an old-fashioned flash bulb popping. We looked at each other and I, a little confused, asked the waitress, "Did you take a picture of my credit card?" The waitress shook her head. We looked around, and there was no one (and certainly no one with a camera) around. The cleaning lady next to us also saw and heard the flash, and we were all pretty spooked. The waitress then explained that we were just below the Marilyn Monroe suite and that yesterday she had taken down a sign that said, "No flash photography." Personally, I think that it was a long-dead paparazzo making his presence known...

A follow-up post has some potential photographic evidence featuring a creepy, unexplained blurred figure (at left in the photos above—see the full pics at Sickcandy). Spooky! It seems that not even Amanda Scheer Demme has developed a VIP area that can keep out undesirables once they've shuffled off their highly unfashionable mortal coils. She's never going to get rid of Courtney Love.

• Remember the paparazzo ghost at the Tropicana? [Sickcandy]
• August 23, 2005 [Sickcandy]

Inside at the Mondrian Hotel, the dark, musky scent of chocolate all but wiped out perfumes and colognes, leading revelers by their noses to the Godiva room. Truffles were everywhere, hundreds of them, glued to the walls in circles and swirls like something out of "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory." [...]

At the Roosevelt Hotel, the TV Guide/Inside TV bash was in full swing, by far the most attended and anticipated party of the night. Anything at the Roosevelt these days is a sought-out invitation, but it helped that Missy Elliott was rocking the house...Afterward, the younger set danced inside to hip-hop and oldies near yet another decadent chocolate oasis — this one sponsored by Dove. The color scheme was chocolate brown and orange with white flourishes to match the renovated hotel's class and glamour.

With so many members of the media around, the Roosevelt opted to go with a copycat chocolate motif instead of their original plans for a room with a mirrored floor, vast drifts of white powder, and giant credit cards.

• Feeling good about their work [LAT]
• Emmys To Balance, Fun, Compassion, Chocolatey Opulence [Defamer]

On Friday, Willis was at a cabana in the Tropicana at the Roosevelt Hotel in L.A. with 20 pals when the subject turned to pickup lines. Willis looked at a woman, a sophomore in college, and said, "What are your plans for sex tonight?" But Willis' lawyer, Marty Singer, said, "Bruce was joking around with some friends and talking about pickup lines. One remembered an old pickup line [Willis] used to use. The friend said the line and Bruce may have repeated it, but he was not trying to pick up the woman." Still, the woman was "grossed out" and left the cabana.

See, Bruce and the boys were just screwing around! No one was actually trying to get laid, but if a 20-year-old got "grossed out," "somehow" got a hold of Willis' room key, then later "spent the night talking about the craft" with a "man old enough to be the father that withheld his love, causing her to move to L.A. to pursue her dreams to prove him wrong," that's hardly the fault of a hackneyed pick-up line.

Also: Nothing keeps your hot new club in the tabloids like a lesbian catfight. The Roosevelt's flacks really deserve a raise.

• BRUCE GROSS-OUT [NY Post]