But despite having this relatively well-paying gig, which came with the perk of living in a charming cottage on 23rd Street and Seventh Avenue rent free, Captain Lark was a miserable jerk who mercilessly beat his wife. Lark's life came to a disturbing end one morning while his son was preparing him breakfast:
That morning, at 6 a.m., Charlie Lark was in the kitchen making breakfast, and he heard his father call down to him from the upstairs bedroom, 'Are you ready, Charlie?' he called. 'Yes, father,' Charlie replied, 'Shall I cook the ham?' The only answer he got was a single gunshot.More at Brownstoner, including an image of Lark's cottage.