Chess champion Bobby Fischer's remains to be exhumed

THE remains of chess legend Bobby Fischer are to be exhumed from his Icelandic grave for a paternity test to settle a dispute over his estate.

The Iceland Supreme Court has overturned a ruling by the District Court of Reykjavik last month and decided to allow the disinterment of Fischer's body to test if he was indeed the father of Jinky Young, 9, from the Philippines, as her mother claims, public broadcaster RUV reported.

Fischer, who died on January 17, 2008, is buried at the cemetery of Laugardaelir Church in southern Iceland.

His estate is estimated to be worth about $US2 million and is reportedly contested by three parties in addition to Young: a wife, two American nephews and the US government, whom he owed unpaid taxes.

According to RUV, new evidence had emerged that Fischer had transferred money to Young's mother in 2006 and 2007, boosting her case that he was in fact her father.

The court therefore allowed DNA to be taken from Fischer's remains and compared to genetic matter from the girl and her mother.

US-born Fischer, who made world headlines when he defeated Soviet world champion Boris Spassky in their Cold War showdown in Reykjavik in 1972, took Icelandic citizenship in 2005 to avoid being deported to the United States.

He was wanted for breaking international sanctions by playing a chess match in Yugoslavia in 1992.

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'There is no peace,' says the Lord, 'for the wicked.'

Isaiah 48:22

'There is no peace,' says the Lord, 'for the wicked.'

Isaiah 48:22

EXACTLY!

He was wanted for breaking international sanctions by playing a chess match in Yugoslavia in 1992.

Classic stupidity of a government

'There is no peace,' says the Lord, 'for the wicked.'

Isaiah 48:22

EXACTLY!

You're always looking very relaxed when I call in.

Exceptions to every rule I suppose.

Not knowing all the details, I can't make a comment. It certainly seems to be a strange case. One thing I do know is whenever there is money involved the creepies come crawling out of the woodwork. As has been said many times... The only thing certain in life is death and taxes. The government always wants their take... no matter how foolishly they spend it, or whether they deserve it or not.

I was curious enough to google the child's name and there's certainly a relationship with Fischer there.

Seems strange to me he wouldn't have provided for her though.

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I was curious enough to google the child's name and there's certainly a relationship with Fischer there.

Seems strange to me he wouldn't have provided for her though.

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Yes, that is strange, but who knows how the relationship went, or if he is even the father. I've sort of adopted a couple of Thai kids in Kanchanaburi, and try to provide for them, but I'm not their blood father, and I no longer have a relationship with the mother. They will get a little bit from my will but will have no claim on my estate. It could be the same thing with Fischer.

getting back to the original post re getting DNA from the cremated remains. My understanding (ok from CSI Las Vegas) is that it is possible to get DNA from partially incinerated bodies but it will not be a full sample. However any cremated body is effectively ash and does not have DNA.

Maybe the Icelanders just went back to their old habits of setting a boat on fire with the body inside. Perhaps they floated Bobby Fisher out sea in a burning chess set.

CB

I don't think he was cremated, I'm sure he was buried whole in case the US tax department wanted their pound of flesh one day.

Tossed into a volcano ??

Its a creepy job digging up the remains.

Its a creepy job digging up the remains.

Ya getz immune to all that easily.

Watch "BONES" and the various "C.S.I." programmes

You'll have to trust me on this one guys bones yes, not a problem, bodies ? Forget CSI, the smell will never leave you and I know of very few who can stand po- faced over a ripe one.

( ........When Instructing at the Police Training School, I used to volunteer to take the U-Grad Inspectorate recruits to the Morgue. The saw-bones would do all the usual tricks, asking them to try to break rigor etc. He would usually end with a ripe one, bringing it out after watching me sneak out to the McDonalds over the road. Just as the smell would hit them gathered around the table, I would tuck into a quarter pounder ( standing well back mind ). The resulting show was usually quite spectacular, the sight of the burger and the smell never failing to cause much joy and merriment.

Unfortunately the fun had to stop when some Jessie collapsed and broke his front teeth on the edge of the metal table.....poof...... )

You'll have to trust me on this one guys bones yes, not a problem, bodies ? Forget CSI, the smell will never leave you and I know of very few who can stand po- faced over a ripe one.

( ........When Instructing at the Police Training School, I used to volunteer to take the U-Grad Inspectorate recruits to the Morgue. The saw-bones would do all the usual tricks, asking them to try to break rigor etc. He would usually end with a ripe one, bringing it out after watching me sneak out to the McDonalds over the road. Just as the smell would hit them gathered around the table, I would tuck into a quarter pounder ( standing well back mind ). The resulting show was usually quite spectacular, the sight of the burger and the smell never failing to cause much joy and merriment.

Unfortunately the fun had to stop when some Jessie collapsed and broke his front teeth on the edge of the metal table.....poof...... )

Some jobs can be messy.

Used to work with air/sea rescue helicopters during military service. Although I was posted as a radar guy, my main job was going up and down on a bit of string, pulling odd things out of the water, or off mountain tops.

Finding bits of body washed up on the beach was not uncommon, nor was hosing the remains of a pilot out of the cockpit of his crashed plane.

Although the latter was usually quite fresh, the former were often pretty rotten. Needed a good shower after. And a few beers.

Still, we could go duck-shooting in places where no one else could access.

I think that the Icelanders may have misunderstood the surname Fischer to mean "Fish" and turned him into Gravlax by burying his body just above hightide and letting it ferment there. I have eaten real Gravlax in Iceland and it stinks like week old bait and tastes pretty much the same. I have also made the modern version of it which uses salt, a wooden board and a concrete block to press it down plus the benefit of refrigeration.

CB

I think that the Icelanders may have misunderstood the surname Fischer to mean "Fish" and turned him into Gravlax by burying his body just above hightide and letting it ferment there. I have eaten real Gravlax in Iceland and it stinks like week old bait and tastes pretty much the same. I have also made the modern version of it which uses salt, a wooden board and a concrete block to press it down plus the benefit of refrigeration.

CB

And the Swedish tinned version - the tins are almost like footballs.

But a quick nip of aquavit after each mouthful soon keeps the taste down.

I think that the Icelanders may have misunderstood the surname Fischer to mean "Fish" and turned him into Gravlax by burying his body just above hightide and letting it ferment there. I have eaten real Gravlax in Iceland and it stinks like week old bait and tastes pretty much the same. I have also made the modern version of it which uses salt, a wooden board and a concrete block to press it down plus the benefit of refrigeration.

CB

And the Swedish tinned version - the tins are almost like footballs.

But a quick nip of aquavit after each mouthful soon keeps the taste down.

When I was there beer was still illegal and Vodka was the equivalent of 5 quid a SHOT glass. Thank the gods for expense accounts and Corporate Amex Cards.