we met willard lucas inside the prison barbershop when we shot at indiana state a few years earlier. he was in for murder and had no hope of getting out. >> i got double life and i got to stay here until i die, and hopefully, i can stay right where i'm at. i've been on this chair 26 years. hopefully, i won't be there another 26, but there's a lot of us in here doing multiple life that won't ever get out, and i'm one of them. >> we came to find out that inmate barbers here are not unlike small town barbers. they're popular and well-liked. they even cut staff's hair. so when lucas died during the course of our second visit to isp, it was no surprise that his memorial was attended not only by his family and fellow inmates, but a significant number of staff. >> he was a good guy, a real good guy, and i miss him. every day when he used to come back from the chow line, he'd knock on my window and say, hey, what are you doing? what's up? or i'd "f" with him, whatever, you know. he was just a good guy. >> the death of our brother luke recalls our human condition and the brevity of our lives