Found this story about Scott on reddit where people are discussing his death. The poster doesn't give a date, but based on his details it sounds like this was the night of the 7/1/2006 Camp Freddy show at The Palms. It is reddit, so you have to take with a grain of salt, but the story doesn't sound like it's made up. It depicts Scott as a lonely guy who miraculously makes it to the stage despite his indulgences -
"I've worked in Las Vegas casinos my entire adult life. I worked at The Palms during the Real World days and when it was considered "Celebrity Friendly" which really just meant they were allowed to go do whatever they wanted comfortably as paparazzi where not welcomed. Over the near 5 years I worked there I can honestly say I met over 2000 celebrities. The ones who you thought would be the coolest were the biggest douchbags and the ones who you thought would be the biggest douchbags were the coolest. The coolest person I've ever met and got to hang out with was without a doubt Kid Rock. I couldn't stand a single song of his and this being 2007ish it was way before it was widely known how nice he is so it came as a shock.
Then there are those who break your heart. They say never meet your heroes. Meeting Scott Weiland did this to me from growing up a huge STP fan but in end showing me why he was a rock star and not I. There used (is) to be a band called Camp Freddy. It was pretty much a revolving door of musicians who would play each other's songs depending on who was available and they were playing at The Palms one night with Scott Weiland due to headline. My restaurants kitchen had a door that went straight onto to the stage of the club Rain where concerts were held before The Pearl concert venue was built and anytime there was a show we were allowed to just walk through and watch the shows from the stage which I was planning to do the second I was off. Halfway through my shift we got an order for Scott and it needed to be brought to his room which we accommodated to celebrities frequently. As luck would have it I randomly got grabbed and told to take his ribeye up to him. I went up to his room and knocked on the door and heard somebody yell "It's open". I figured I was going to open the door and 30 groupie whores would be inside all coked up, but nope. I was just Scott laying halfway on the bed with a near empty bottle of Jack in his hand watching the movie Last Days which is "loosely based on Kurt Cobain's life. I'm really good at being a professional and not acting star struck. Celebrities, the cool ones, like being treated like normal people and they treat you much better when you do. As I'm unwrapping his food he starts talking to me and asking me about myself. He was shit faced, slurring and emotional. He began telling me about what bullshit that movie was and how Kurt wasn't like he was portrayed in it. He told me how there was originally a different video for the song Creep that was directed by the same director as the movie, Gus Van Sant, and that he made the band dress up like transsexuals and kiss each other and before I knew it I had been up there nearly an hour. His assistant came in and called me outside of the room and thanked me for hanging out with him, no thank you was necessary, but that Scott had recently quit heroin again and that's why he was acting that way. I went back down to work and couldn't believe that just happened but then remembered that he was supposed perform in less than 2 hours. In my mind there was absolutely no way this guy was going to be able to perform and he'd have to cancel further ruining his depleting reputation.
So I finished up work and went onto the back stage. Over the course of an hour I watched Dave Navarro, Jerry Cantrell, Duff Mcaggen, the singer from The Cult, etc perform and in my head I thought I knew some thing nobody else did and that shortly it would be announced Scott Weiland was canceling. When all of a sudden Dead and Bloated starts playing and Scott comes out dancing, singing perfectly and absolutely killed his performance. That night I learned the difference between a rock star and the rest of us. RIP."
