Tarzan star Ron Ely’s tragic final years after son stabbed wife Valerie to death

Ron and Valerie first met after he found fame playing Tarzan on television

Ron Ely’s wife, Valerie Lundeen, hugging him around his shoulders and smiling.

Actor Ron Ely, who is best known for being the star of the 1960s Tarzan TV series, has died at the age of 86.
His final years were shrouded in tragedy, and his death comes five years after his second wife, Valerie Lundeen Ely, was killed in tragic circumstances at the couple’s home in California.

The former flight attendant was fatally stabbed by their son, Cameron Ely, in the family’s home in Santa Barbara, at the age of 62.

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