Sometimes it's perversely interesting to trot on over to PW's daughter's web page:
Caveat emptor: She has some, uh, "issues."
Weird coincidence anecdote: In June of 2005, I visited The Magic Castle, and was waxing nostalgic over the Paul Winchell exhibit along the vent wall near the W.C. Fields Bar. My companion, and others within earshot couldn't have cared less about some old guy who used to be on TV. I, on the other hand was captivated by the artifacts of one of my boyhood idols.
The very next morning, I logged on to the net and learned of his passing.