Steve Bing, a Hollywood writer/producer, real estate heir, and generous Clinton Foundation donor was found dead in an apparent suicide. On Monday, Bing, 55, reportedly jumped to his death from the 27th floor of a luxury apartment building in L.A.’s Century City neighborhood.

Per TMZ, law enforcement sources indicated Bing lived in the building, and sources connected to him have reported that he’d been “depressed” about lack of human contact during quarantine. Former President Bill Clinton took to Twitter to confirm the news of Bing’s death by saying, “I loved Steve Bing very much. He had a big heart, and he was willing to do anything he could for the people and causes he believed in. I will miss him and his enthusiasm more than I can say, and I hope he’s finally found peace.”

But was Bing more than just a good friend to the Clintons? According to The Daily Beast, Mr. Bing was paying $2.5 million a year to the Clinton Foundation in order to be an “advisor” to the former president. A 2010 piece reported, “Two sources with knowledge of the former president’s affairs tell The Daily Beast that Bing pays Clinton $2.5 million a year to serve as an adviser. On the plus side, Bing remains a big player in Democratic circles, an exceptionally generous philanthropist and committed activist who counts some of the world’s wealthiest and most influential people as his closest friends, including former President Bill Clinton. Two sources with knowledge of the former president’s affairs tell The Daily Beast that Bing pays Clinton $2.5 million a year to serve as an adviser to his green-construction business.”

The article goes on to say, “But now it seems that some of Bing’s spending choices—in lockstep with the economic downturn—have taken a toll. Months ago, word began seeping through Democratic circles that Bing was no longer a go-to source for money. A similar story made the rounds in Hollywood: Bing, who had financed such big-ticket films as ‘Polar Express,’ was pulling back from the movie business. In both of his worlds, it’s readily apparent that he has torn through staggering sums of money over the past few years… Back in 2009, Mr. Bing footed the entire bill for Mr. Clinton to fly to North Korea for a PR stunt to ‘rescue’ journalists.”

An older article from The New York Times gives additional insight into the Clinton-North Korea trip. It reads, “Former President Bill Clinton left North Korea on Wednesday morning after a dramatic 20-hour visit, in which he won the freedom of two American journalists, opened a diplomatic channel to North Korea’s reclusive government and dined with the North’s ailing leader, Kim Jong-il. Mr. Clinton departed from Pyongyang, the capital, around 8:30 a.m. local time, along with the journalists, Laura Ling, 32, and Euna Lee, 36, on a private jet bound for Los Angeles, according to a statement from the former president’s office. The North Korean government, which in June sentenced the women to 12 years of hard labor for illegally entering North Korean territory, announced hours earlier that it had pardoned the women after Mr. Clinton apologized to Mr. Kim for their actions, according to the North Korean state media.”

It’s just another strange death —specifically, a suicide— by someone close and “politically connected” to the Clintons. Odder still is that they’re blaming the death on “COVID quarantine.” That’s a believable story for people who have lost their jobs or their businesses and have no hope of regaining financial stability—perhaps not for filthy rich moguls who have exclusive access to the Clintons.

But one of the most interesting aspects of the Clinton-Bing connection is how they both were good friends of convicted pedophile Jeffrey Epstein and traveled on Epstein’s “Lolita Express.” A Vanity Fair piece reads, “Many moons ago, in the early 2000s, my friends spent a weekend in Southampton with a distinctive young blond who resembled Lady Gaga if Gaga were British. She was about 22 and said she was an interior designer, or a jewelry designer, or a motivational coach—I can’t remember which, but in any case the job sounded more aspirational than real—and she lived in an apartment on the Upper East Side that her older boyfriend had given her, at least temporarily. He collected art, and they often attended auctions. He loved vegetarian food and playing unfamiliar concertos on his grand piano. As she strolled down Southampton’s tree-lined streets, she was struck by their beauty and said she’d have to discuss getting a home there with her boyfriend. His name was Jeffrey Epstein.”

The story continues, “Back then, as a cocky, petite, ink-stained wretch, I wasn’t one of the young women in Manhattan whom Epstein and his friends approached for relationships, one-night stands, or abuse. But I was surrounded by a lot of them. They were always the most beautiful girls in the room, usually models or former models, with a slightly aloof Stepford Wives aura that masked a deeper vulnerability. Several names came up when they were around: Epstein, supermarket magnate Ron Burkle, film financier Steve Bing, and former president Bill Clinton, then in the prime of his postpresidential career and flying around on Epstein’s jet, dubbed the Lolita Express, or Burkle’s jet, dubbed Air F**k One. (None of these men has been accused of wrongdoing.) The women were often blond—Epstein, in particular, liked patrician blonds with a bit of a baby face. At his home on the Upper East Side, he kept a photo of ’80s soap star Morgan Fairchild, whom he called his ideal woman, though considering they were both in their early 50s back then, she was far too old for him.”

What is it about the Clintons? At least two exorbitantly wealthy, high-profile friends of theirs have “committed suicide” in under a year—and that’s just in the past year. We won’t even get started on their friends and acquaintances who’ve met similar fates beginning decades ago. It’s truly uncanny.