Thursday, February 08, 2007


Anna Nicole Smith, 1967-2007.

There’s a certain horrible irony in this latest piece of Celebrity News.

Anna Nicole Smith (née Vickie Lynn Hogan), who married an oil executive billionaire 763 63 years her senior - no doubt out of love - only to have to deal with a bitter court fight over his estate after his (totally predictable) death; who recently lost her 20-year-old son to what is now acknowledged to be a drug overdose; collapsed and died at the age of 39 today in south Florida.

It is unclear whether she called the front desk of her hotel to request an Early Checkout.

I guess now her late husband’s kids can get back to squabbling over whatever is left of the estate, adjudication of which has gone all the way to the United States Supreme Court.

Jeezus. I can’t even work up a decent case of schadenfreude over this. I mean, she may have been the Queen Gold-Digger of All Time, but somehow, this is sad...and more than a bit bizarre.

F. Scott Fitzgerald was right. The rich are different from you and me. They have more money. And they are, in some cases, Totally Fucked Up.

Vickie Lynn, requiescat in pace. Too bad you couldn’t take it with you...

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