Rob & Michele Reiner
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Robert Reiner (March 6, 1947 – December 14, 2025) was an American filmmaker and actor. He directed a series of acclaimed studio films in a career that spanned comedy, drama, romance, and documentary. Reiner received two Primetime Emmy Awards and a Hugo Award, as well as nominations for an Academy Award, a BAFTA Award, and nine Golden Globe Awards. He was honored with a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame in 1999 and received the Chaplin Gala Tribute at the Film at Lincoln Center in 2014. Three of his films have been inducted into the National Film Registry.
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Michele Singer Reiner (March 3, 1955 – December 14, 2025) was an American photographer, political activist, and film producer. She was originally a photographer, taking the cover picture of The Art of the Deal (1987). She later worked on When Harry Met Sally (1989), where she met her future husband and inspired him to revise the film's ending.
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On December 14, 2025, Rob and Michele Reiner were found dead with multiple sharp force injuries at their home in Brentwood, a neighborhood in Los Angeles, California. Their son, Nick Reiner, was arrested later the same day on suspicion of murder.
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via Jeanne Love, December 20, 29, 2025
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"It is funny that my demise would be marked by such violence
when in reality I am such a soft and spongy guy. By that I mean to
say that I love many people, still do, but I would not ever wish
physical harm to befall someone. Never. And as much as I
hated our government at this point I would just want to see
all who are dragging this country down to be removed or
jailed but never eliminated through violence. Not the
kind of karma that I want to be associated with." - Rob Reiner
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"If I were to separate myself from the incident which brought me here,
I would simply be singing the praises for this brilliant experience,
one which defies all expectations. Seeing all our loved ones,
some who have passed recently, has been a defining moment
of true bliss. If it weren’t for the solemnity of the occasion
which brings us here, I would have no problem becoming
“lost” in the essence of this exquisite place." - Michele Reiner
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My Story, By Rob Reiner. December 20, 2025
It started out like any other weekend except for the fact that it was to be the start of Hannukah. My wife had lots of things planned; the start was to attend Conan’s holiday party. Something both of us were looking forward to. It had been a shaky time recently. Having a disabled son brings a different set of circumstances to life, something this medium is well aware of. I don’t consider it luck that she and I have been put together to bring this message to the world. I can’t say that I have been particularly looking forward to stepping up to the plate, as others have to speak my truth about my dying experience. However, I have watched her for a while now. I have been coached by my friends who live in this world now and I realize that if anything good is to come of this tragedy I must be the one to initiate it.
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And so, I am joining an elite group of communicators, those who have somehow made it to the other side and now have things to say that might help convince a tired and hungry world that true love is eternal. It is a pleasure to be able to add my name to the list, even though I was hesitant at first.
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I was brought to this wisdom by those friends of mine who reside on the “other side”. That “other side” which has been denied and ridiculed for so many years. For me, my belief was that I knew something more existed, I just wasn’t sure what it would look like and I wasn’t in a hurry to find out. I won’t speak for Michele but I can speak for myself. It is a very difficult place to be. I fear if I speak of the actual events that brought me to this point it might tarnish forever my son’s legacy. A parent never wants to paint a child into a corner of despair and ruin. I could never do that to Nick.
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Nick was a special child for many reasons, but I loved him nonetheless. He was my flesh and blood. When he struggled, I struggled. When he won, I won. In some ways my films reflected my desire for happy endings and solutions to the darker sides of life. I wanted to bring hope through humor and to share what it is like to live within the realms of different personalities and still make it out alive.
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Our friend Carrie [Fisher], who herself has an anniversary coming up, has repeatedly told me to stop measuring myself in accordance to societal norms. I don’t think I was ever a victim of that but she has pointed out to me that I have put pressures on myself in terms what things should look like. The outcomes needing to present themselves in a certain way as they can be seen, recognized and honored in a way that depicts a certain sense of normalcy.
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My loving wife is still shaking from this ordeal And let me tell you, in some ways, so am I.
I am told that I have editing privileges concerning this communication. I was also told to not try and shape this into some sort of perfect format. That being real, honest at this time is ever so important as it helps others to understand the raw truth about violence and the consequences about such acts.
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Neither Michele nor I lived violently. We didn’t raise the kids with any violence either. Tempers could flare but it was quick and dealt with. We saw eye to eye on so many things that couples' arguments didn’t always fester like it can for some. It didn’t mean that we didn’t have our disagreements, it just means that we learned how to present our frustrations in such a way that things could resolve themselves. I don’t take credit for that. I give that credit all to my wife for her patience and understanding. She is a gem of a gem if ever there was one. The kids saw that example and lived, for the most part, by our example.
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However, it was different for Nick, even as a kid.
Being around Jeanne for the last few days and hearing her speak from an educator’s point of view, as a spiritual healer and counselor, I am amazed at what understanding she has about people who are wired differently. She has been very open and honest about what she and her family have experienced with a close family member. It has helped me to not feel too vulnerable or exposed at this time. She has helped me to relax and to listen. I have surprised even myself at how easy it has been to sit quietly and view the broader scope of things. It has all helped me to process what is going on for me, for us right now. And so I am coming forth to share that I am very much alive and have made it through a seemingly dark experience. It is funny that my demise would be marked by such violence when in reality I am such a soft and spongy guy. By that I mean to say that I love many people, still do, but I would not ever wish physical harm to befall someone. Never. And as much as I hated our government at this point I would just want to see all who are dragging this country down to be removed or jailed but never eliminated through violence. Not the kind of karma that I want to be associated with.
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Where do I start to begin to explain the experience?
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First, I didn’t see it coming. I did know that Nick had come into the house wanting to finish the “conversation” that we had earlier at Conan’s party. Michele and I felt that the only way to dissipate the energy of Nick’s rage at the party was to leave. We have had to do that kind of thing before. It was a restless night however, and I am not sure of timing but I do not believe that I had eaten any breakfast. I feel that Nick came in still high from his manic state that drove him to wish to continue to confront me and his mom. The argument does not matter in terms of content because when someone is off balance the conversation is often quite ridiculous and has nothing to do with reality. There is no reasoning with irrational thinking, and that is where Nick was that night.
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Michele and I had gotten home and were preparing for bed. Nick came into the house while we were getting ready for bed. The arguing started up again and I was trying to get him away from his mom. One of us knew that we might have to call the police. It would be whichever one of us could get to the phone first, depending on how things went. There was no escalation because Nick was still in the grip of the psychosis. I had seen him like this before but there was something about it that was different. We , Michele and I, were both nervous about how this would play out. It was difficult to get away from the threatening energy of our son. He was on a rampage with his words and he wouldn’t allow any of our calming techniques that we had learned along the way to work.
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Needless to say we never got to the phone to call 911. My wife went upstairs as I tried to bring Nick down/kick him out of the house/get 911 on the line. We fought over the phone and that is when he struck me and knocked me down. I don’t remember if he had knife at that time. It all happened so fast. By that time it felt as if I left my body. I stood there watching him stab me. I wanted to run upstairs to get Michele into a safe place. I couldn’t move my feet. I was stuck there, yelling at him to stop, watching him as he continued to attack me.​
I couldn’t understand how I could be in two places at once. I was down and yet I was standing. When I didn’t think I could stand it anymore it was over.
It seemed like hours before someone arrived to save us. By that time I had this bright light experience. Not to be corny or cliche’ but I had this “Ghost” experience when the light came towards me. I kept asking about Michele, but got no reply. The pain was insignificant and I was able to breathe easily. I didn’t see any blood around me. There was a presence of peace and tranquility. I let go and seemed to float forward, weightless. It was then that I had the thought that this it what it must feel like to die.
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The next thing I remember was a familiar voice calling my name: "Rob, Mr. Rob Reiner, Robby…please come to the admisions room you have people waiting for you."
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All I could manage was to open my eyes and look up. The bright light was very soft and subdued but there was this outline of a form that I could just barely make out. Again, I heard the announcement: "Ladies and Gentlemen we have a new visitor. Please welcome Mr. Rob Reiner."
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I don’t know how long it took me to become really present, but as I did seem to acclimate to this new environment I had the sense that someone I knew was next to me, waiting for a response from me.
The outline I saw began to really develop, kind of like developing film the old fashioned way. I waited for a third announcement but heard nothing. What I did hear really stopped me in my tracks: "Welcome home, Rob. It is good to see you again." The outline I saw had form now and it reminded me of an old friend, someone I really admired. My thoughts went quicky to: but wait he’s dead this can't be. And then I heard his voice say again: "Welcome home, Rob."
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It was Robin, Robin Willaims. Oh my God, I really am dead.
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I found myself wanting to laugh out loud at the joy of seeing him again. Then the others began to come close. There was my mom and dad. Wait till I tell my sister! Others who had passed were showing up. It was a mix of who’s who. I remarked: No Angels! And the reply was a unison statement of "well, you wouldn’t have believed the angels but you would believe all of us.”
And that was so true.
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After a few moments of revelry I realized what had just happened and I began to feel sick. I quickly fell asleep.
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There is so much more to share but this has been really intense for me. Whoa.
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Can I come back later, if that is ok with you?
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[Jeanne: Yes]
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Thank you. You are amazing. I want to understand all this but I have been told to take things easy. One step at a time. Michele would like to share too, but she is getting herself ready to make this leap into communication. She has always been a more behind-the-scenes kind of person.
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Bless you… Just wow. I did it!
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- Rob
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From Michele Reiner, December 29, 2025:
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Good morning, Jeanne, this is Michele Reiner. It is good to finally meet you. I want to thank you for giving me this time today to communicate my experience to you. I trust you and will share what I feel comfortable to share. I can’t believe that I have this fantastic opportunity. You have such an understanding of what we have been through. It was like you were made for this. How serendipitous is this? Thank you.
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It has been a few days now, I am told, since Rob and I died at the hands of our deeply disturbed son, Nick. I am still quite distraught, and resigned, all at the same time. I should have seen it coming, even though we have always known this turn in Nick’s behavior was always knocking at the door for the right time to display itself. I was in disbelief. Like you, I couldn’t understand or even imagine how my child could become my worst enemy, his worst enemy. I don’t know how you have done it, Jeanne. All these years of struggle. I know that you have several friends who have a child or a sibling who struggles like Nick. In some ways it might have been better if Nick didn’t have access to all the money that we made available for him in terms of rehabs etc. There can be issues at both ends of the economic spectrum, don’t you think?
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I really don’t want to speak too much about my actual death. It was too brutal for me to want to walk through the memory at this time. I just want to say for the record that I didn’t see it coming. Neither Rob nor I saw that type of actual potential in our son, even though we did speak of it from time to time. We still didn’t want to think that he would actually follow through on his threats to us.
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I just remember feeling myself struggling, putting up a fight to get him off of me, trying to yell at him, pleading. It was unbearable at the moment. The physical pain was insignificant to the emotional pain of realizing that my attacker was my child, the child I had carried in the womb. I am still somewhat numb about it.
All of our close friends have been offering up all these prayers for our well-being during this time of transition. They have been grieving in their own ways, and their sorrow has been equally unbearable. What is worse is their anger at Nick. The second guessing, the next-day quarterbacking of what we should or shouldn’t have done. We have no control of our children’s responses or family or friends when it comes to everything that took place, but as a mother I am so intensely driven to ask for forgiveness for Nick. He was out of his mind, and we should have forced the issue of hospitalization. We had grounds to do it but we were hoping his diagnosis would be the label we needed to get him the extended help he needed. Unfortunately, it is all in hindsight now. But as Nick’s mother I would ask that people hold their judgments and instead seek to hold the higher ground for all of us and pray for stability and peace.
It is so beautiful over here. We are both in this amazing space of gentleness and love. The energy is beyond anything I have ever experienced. If I were to separate myself from the incident which brought me here, I would simply be singing the praises for this brilliant experience, one which defies all expectations. Seeing all our loved ones, some who have passed recently, has been a defining moment of true bliss. If it weren’t for the solemnity of the occasion which brings us here, I would have no problem becoming “lost” in the essence of this exquisite place. There is no disappointment here, rather there is this presence of all-knowing-ness which is beginning to take over my consciousness. In some ways, I want to forget how we got here and just revel in being here. Rob is quick to point out that we should have made a movie about this. LOL I don’t know if we could get any of our friends to write a script so detailed as to what it is like when we leave the density of the human field.
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Rob and I have leaned on each other a lot. I don’t know what it would have been like if Nick had taken only one of us. I don’t know, at this time, about forgiveness and understanding. I do know that with Rob beside me I have a trusted friend and together we are walking this new road. It is not how I expected to start the new year. It is not how I wanted my Holiday Season to be lived. I grieve for my other children and the toll it has taken on them. I grieve the fact that right now they are not listening when I am whispering in their ears that I am right here. I want them to know that we are not trapped by the events of our passing. That we are free and taken care of. That we stand with them and that we wish them to feel our spirits as a comfort. and not as restless spirits haunting the world.
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I am being told right now that we have been “over” just 7 days. It feels like years. How do I put that into words from this realm to the human realm? I find that this place “fits” and I feel at home. I find that this world is much more my home than where I came from. Could this be why Nick was always saying that he didn’t fit in? Did he feel the difference and was unable to reconcile the two worlds? It brings up so much. Did he hear voices like you do, Jeanne? From what I can tell about you though, you have been able to maintain a certain balance and haven’t been a threat to those around you, at least not in the way Nick has been . In some ways, I can see how you would be a threat to those who lack honesty in their daily speech and might frequently redirect words to imply something that was not, an event or a situation for example. Your ability to see into and through people’s stories could feel threatening, especially because you are so accurate in your understanding. That would feel a bit intimidating. Although you don’t use that part of yourself unless it is necessary.
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I am amazed that this type of communication can be so available and that you and your friend are so unseen. I am very open to this communication being available to anyone who is interested, but to my friends and family in particular. I understand that there is a whole community here to help this communication go beyond a few hundred readers. Rob is not someone to waste time and energy on something he doesn’t 100 percent believe in. And, it goes without saying that I am the same way. Jeanne, will you and your team work to get this out as much as possible? We want people to know that we are ok. We want people to know that we are quite alive and that we are being held in complete love and grace. I want people to know that I am disappointed in my son, but I am not going to spend any of my time here passing judgment on his behaviors. At this point I want him to get well, for him to get clarity on his mental diagnosis enough to be able to give himself some stability.
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It is a tricky place to be. I don’t consider Nick my enemy and I don’t wish to see him being treated with disregard and disdain. I love my son, I always will. Did he lose himself in the darkness? Yes. Can he find his way back? That is my biggest prayer, even though, at this point it appears he may never come to understand the fullness of his actions. I don’t wish this on my worst enemy.
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I will leave you for the time being. I am getting a bit tired. This is quite a workout, and I am happy that I didn’t try and communicate right after I was killed. It would probably not have been a very healthy exchange.
It is not necessary for anyone to experience that trauma. I am here now. I am in this beautiful setting. I am slowly but surely seeing some friends and family members. Soon I will be meeting more of this Hope Project Team I have been hearing about. There is so much to look forward to. If I could stop the pain for my family, my children, I would. I would do anything to help them know that I am still right here, alive and almost well. Thank you, Jeanne. I need to take a nap. This is exhilarating and exhausting all at the same time.
- Michele
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From Rob Reiner, December 29, 2025:
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Good evening on the 29th of December, 2025. It is Rob again, just wanting to thank you, Jeanne, for helping Michele to come through and communicate. There is still a lot we both have to say but I am told that you are not just here for me and my wife…lol. I understand that your gifts are highly valued and there are many who wish to speak through you. I am just getting the lay of the land here about all of this. To tell the truth I am a bit relieved that life continues and in such a grand way. I have so many questions and not enough answers. My team assures me that it will all come in time I am blessed, I tell you, blessed.
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In case I cannot spend more time with you until the first of the year, let me say for both Michele and me, Happy New Year and thank you so much for all that you do. I am looking forward to meeting your friend Regina, as well. You two are quite the celebrities over here.
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With warmest wishes for a healthy and prosperous new year!
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- Rob