Your visit to the Lorraine Hotel and the National Civil Rights Museum ends where Martin Luther King was shot. A morbid ache will fill your chest. You will first peer into room 306 where MLK was staying. It is frozen in time. You will see the ruffled bed, the soiled coffee cups and the filled ashtrays. Then, you will stand on the balcony where King was talking with Reverend Jesse Jackson at 6:01 p.m. on April 4, 1968. Imagine hearing the shot ring out as King was struck by a single bullet. Picture him bleeding profusely on the spot marked by the concrete square. Martin Luther King Jr. was pronounced dead an hour later. Interestingly, the hotel owner’s wife, Loree, was so distraught that she suffered a stroke. She died on the same day as King’s funeral.