13. It's a large legacy for a small man
Jack only stood at 5’4”, and his statue stands as high. While people were certainly smaller in the 1800s, he was still short by the century’s standards.
14. The town it's named for is small, too
Not, like, 361 small. That was the population when the label was trademarked, and so now every bottle of Jack sports that little bit of census history. Still, at under 7,000 in Lynchburg, it's not exactly a booming metropolis. Hell, they don't even have a proper bar!
15. Jack might have died kicking a safe
The legend of Daniel’s passing has been challenged by recent biographers, but as it goes, it was his temper that did him in. The company’s books were locked in a safe, and his nephew, Lem Motlow, was the one who usually opened it. One morning, Daniel arrived to work early, before his nephew. He tried to open the safe, but, as usual, could not remember the combination. Frustrated, he kicked the safe, breaking his big toe. This led to a blood infection that, years later in 1911, he eventually succumbed to. Before he died, he passed the distillery on to Motlow and another nephew, though Motlow ended up buying the other out. Motlow died in 1947, and thankfully never changed the name to his own. Because a Lem Motlow doesn’t quite sound like a thirst-quencher.