Lynda Wiesmeier: Cause of death, Playboy career, movies

Lynda Wiesmeier was an actress who made a splash with a few notable films.

Yet, it’s a particular image of her that has gained attention in recent years, capturing something that feels like a glimpse into a bygone era…

Her journey began in Bitburg, Germany, where her father served as a doctor in the U.S. Air Force. The family moved around quite a bit before Lynda finally landed in sunny Los Angeles. She also spent some time in Bound Brook, New Jersey, where she became a regular sunbather at the Jersey shore.

Starring in zombie movie

Lynda loved working and keeping busy, balancing three careers: modeling, acting, and clerical work in a medical office.

In 1982, her beauty caught the eye of Playboy, and she was featured as the centerfold Playmate in their July issue. After becoming a Playmate, Lynda entered a whirlwind phase in her show business career, starring in films that showcased her stunning natural physique. She appeared in movies like Real Genius (1985), Teen Wolf (1985), Malibu Express (1985), and R.S.V.P. (1984).

Final movie

But it was her final film that might just be the one to put Lynda Wiesmeier on the map. In 1987, she was cast as Dianne in the zombie horror flick Evil Town.

The film starred none other than the legendary Dean Jagger, who took on the role of a mad scientist on a quest for eternal youth. His method? Synthesizing a drug from human pituitary fluid, of course. As he extracted the fluid, things took a turn for the worse — the process resulted in mindless zombies created from the unfortunate donors.

By an interesting twist of fate, Evil Town also featured Keith Hefner, the younger brother of Playboy founder Hugh Hefner. With both Lynda and Keith on board, the film had quite the Playboy connection.

The film was set to hit theaters on June 3, 1987, but excitement was so high that many theaters started showing it a day early, on June 2. However, despite the buzz, Evil Town didn’t quite live up to expectations.

Critics panned it, calling it a “silly horror film.” Cavett Binion of All Movie Guide pointed out that the movie was a mishmash of scenes from earlier films, including an unfinished project from the 1970s, and added that it was “spiced up with some gratuitous nudity courtesy of former Playboy Playmate Lynda Wiesmeier.” Ouch!

Luckily, Lynda Wiesmeier was destined for a bit of a comeback. Somehow, a particular scene from Evil Town has gone viral in the years since its release.

However, it’s not for the reasons some might assume.

Lynda Wiesmeier photo

In this memorable moment, Lynda shares the screen with the nearly unknown actor Scott Hunter.

At first glance, this looks like your classic 1980s snapshot. In front of a Dodge car, a young man and woman strike a pose, both rocking quintessential ’80s attire. But take a closer look, and you might uncover something unexpected!

The man sports dark shorts and a gray hoodie splashed with colorful motifs, while Lynda shows off high-waisted white shorts paired with a bright red top, artfully knotted at the waist. Short shorts were just the style back then, and Scott wore them with corduroy shirts, which everyone seemed to have.

Their retro outfits scream ’80s fashion, making it a delightful throwback to the era for many. And that’s exactly what has people falling in love with this image.

Fashion in the 1980s was big, bright and bold – and we embraced a mix of styles, including punk, glam rock, and preppy looks.

We could play with colors, hair, makeup and lots of plastic jewelry and other crazy accessories. And sometimes, all it takes is a simple image from a lesser-known film to transport us back to this fantastic era – thanks for that, Lynda and Scott.

Left the industry

After leaving the film industry, Lynda embraced family life, marrying and welcoming two wonderful children —a son and a daughter— from her first marriage.

According to Joyce’s Take, the family settled in Lafayette, Louisiana, where Lynda took on the role of records manager in a law office.

However, life took a turn, and after a divorce in 2004, Lynda packed her bags and headed to sunny California, ready to start anew. Even as she moved on, Lynda cherished her connection with her fans. She became a familiar face at various fan conventions, like Glamourcon, The Hollywood Collectors Show, and WonderCon, where she shared her stories and signed autographs.

Cause of death

Sadly, Lynda’s journey was cut short when she passed away at just 49 in December 2012, following a brave battle with a brain tumor.

It’s bittersweet to think about what she might have shared about her time in films like Evil Town — a charming piece of cinematic history that captures a different era.

But even in her absence, we can still celebrate Lynda’s legacy and the joy she brought to her fans. Share this article if you also miss the 80s!

I Installed a Hidden Camera After My Daughter Started Behaving Strangely

Mothers have instincts, and mine was screaming at me that something was wrong. My daughter, Beverly, had started acting differently, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that my mother-in-law, Cheryl, had something to do with it. Desperate for answers, I installed a hidden camera—and what I uncovered shattered my world. Lies, manipulation, and betrayal ran deeper than I ever imagined.

A Seemingly Innocent Offer

Life had been running smoothly, or so I thought. My husband, Jason, and I worked full-time, and our four-year-old daughter, Beverly, was thriving at daycare. Then, out of the blue, Cheryl made an offer that seemed too generous to refuse.

“Why don’t I take Beverly on Wednesdays?” she suggested over dinner. “It’ll give her a break from daycare and allow us to bond. It’ll be good!”

Cheryl and I had never been particularly close. She had always been polite, but there was an unspoken tension between us. Still, she was family, and I wanted to believe she was acting in good faith.

At first, everything seemed fine.

But then, Beverly started changing before my eyes.

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Strange Behavior Begins

It started with little things.

“I only want to eat with Daddy, Grandma, and her friend today,” she said one evening, pushing away the meal I had prepared.

My stomach tightened. “Who’s Grandma’s friend, sweetheart?”

She just smiled secretively and sipped her juice.

Then came the bedtime whisper that made my blood run cold.

“Mommy, why don’t you like our friend?”

My gut clenched. “Who told you that?”

She hesitated before saying something too rehearsed for a four-year-old. “Our friend is part of the family, Mommy. You just don’t see it yet.”

A shiver ran down my spine. Something was happening—something I couldn’t see.

A Gut Feeling I Couldn’t Ignore

The next time Cheryl visited, I casually brought it up.

“Has Beverly made any new friends? At daycare, maybe? She keeps talking about someone.”

Cheryl barely looked up from her coffee. “Oh, you know how kids are. Always making up imaginary friends.”

Her voice was too smooth. My gut told me she was lying.

That night, I made a decision I never thought I’d have to make.

I installed a hidden camera in the living room.

By lunchtime on Wednesday, my hands were trembling as I checked the footage.

At first, everything seemed normal. Bev played with her dolls while Cheryl sipped tea.

Then, Cheryl glanced at her watch.

“Bev, sweetheart, are you ready? Our friend will be here any minute now!”

My heart pounded.

“Yes, Gran! I love her! Do you think she’ll play with my hair again?”

Her.

Cheryl beamed. “If you ask her nicely, I’m sure she will. And you remember, right? What we don’t tell Mommy?”

Bev’s voice was impossibly sweet. “Yes. Not a word to Mom.”

My stomach dropped.

Then, the doorbell rang.

Cheryl smoothed her clothes and opened the door.

And I saw her.

Jason’s ex-wife, Alexa, stepped inside.

The Shocking Truth Unfolds

Beverly ran straight into her arms.

I don’t remember grabbing my keys. I don’t remember the drive home. One moment I was watching my world fall apart on my phone screen, the next, I was storming into my house.

There they were—Cheryl, Alexa, and my daughter—sitting together like some twisted little family reunion.

Alexa turned to me, startled. “Oh. Hi, Martha. I didn’t expect you home so soon.”

She said it casually, as if she belonged here and I didn’t.

“What the hell is she doing here?” I demanded.

Beverly looked up, confused. “Mommy, why are you ruining the union?”

Union? Reunion? I didn’t understand.

Cheryl sighed, as if all of this was exhausting for her. “You always were a bit slow, Martha.”

“What union? What is my child talking about?”

Alexa shifted uncomfortably. “Look, I—”

“Shut up,” I snapped. To my surprise, she did.

Cheryl smirked. “Alexa is the one who was meant to be with Jason. Not you, Martha. You were a mistake. And when Jason realizes it, Beverly should already know where her real family is. Alexa won’t just dump her at daycare. She’ll stay home with her.”

Alexa wouldn’t meet my eyes.

“You manipulated my child, Cheryl! You made her believe I didn’t matter—that we were both replaceable!”

Cheryl raised an eyebrow. “Well, aren’t you?”

Something inside me snapped. If my child hadn’t been in the room, I don’t know what I would have done.

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A Mother’s Vow

I turned to Alexa. “And you? Why? You left Jason! What do you even want?”

She swallowed. “Cheryl convinced me Beverly should know me. That maybe, if Jason and I…”

I took a step forward. “If you and Jason what? Got back together?”

She didn’t answer.

I turned back to Cheryl. “You’re never seeing Beverly again.”

Cheryl tucked her hair behind her ear and smiled. “My son will never allow that.”

I met her gaze, cold and unwavering. “Oh, we’ll see.”

I scooped Beverly into my arms. She didn’t fight me, but she was confused. And that broke me more than anything else.

As I held her close, I made a promise.

No one would take my daughter from me.

Not Cheryl. Not Alexa.

And if Jason wasn’t on my side? Then not even him.

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