If you were in charge of the late Rob Reiner‘s estate (presumably Reiner’s non-wacko kids, Jake and Romy), would you be enthused about paying a hefty fee to attorney Alan Jackson to legally defend the 32 year-old Nick Reiner, who knifed his father and mother to death on 12.14.25?
I wouldn’t be. I would figure “what’s the point?” Nick did it and one way or another he’s going to be confined for the rest of his life, I would say, so the hell with him. He’s not only earned his Satan Incarnate credentials, but deserves every miserable day that awaits him for the rest of his life. Oh, and if Nick wants to hang himself down the road, fine.
Jackson announced earlier today that he’s resigned from defending Nick, probably because the family feels as I do — i.e., money down the drain, not worth the candle. Or whacked-out Nick has convinced Jackson that he’s too much of a loose cannon to be trusted to sit quietly in court and let Jackson handle the insanity defense.
N.Y. Times excerpt: “[Jackson’s] departure was announced during a hearing in Los Angeles Superior Court, where Mr. Reiner, wearing a brown jumpsuit, was set to be arraigned on two counts of first-degree murder. It may suggest that the Reiner family — Nick has two siblings — has distanced itself from Mr. Reiner and his legal case, at least financially.”
