Call me weird, but I'd rather see the front lawn where the Dahlia's body was actually found than the house of a guy whose son says might have been the killer.
Call me weird that I don't get excited about an old car parked in front of a house on Sunset. If I wanted to stop and stare at an old car I'd walk down to La Jolla Motor Car Company and look at them.
Call me weird that I don't really care one way or the other about Scientologists. Our tour guide seemed to have an unnatural fetish about them.
And for the last time, it has NOTHING to do with my "money's worth". I don't care about "money." The problem was that the tour became nearly all non-death related tidbits about has- been gay actors. You can easily take out the George Takei house, the house of naked David's (maybe that's why it's included), and most of that whole section of the tour and actually go to another DEATH SCENE like the tour is supposed to be about.
So sorry to get so many supposed "Death Hags" panties in a bunch just for giving my opinion of the tour.