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It is Epstein’s connection to the Clintons, of course, that gives the circumstances of his death the fish-rotting-in-a-trunk-on-a-hot-summer-day stink. For those of us who remember the nineties, it’s nigh on impossible to not have heard of Epstein’s passing and immediately thought that Granny Maojackets may have backed off her box of breakfast wine just long enough to make a few phone calls and exert her, um, charm.