Anna Nicole Smith is Dead
I’d like to take a moment and suggest that we all remember her as I saw her when I was a fourteen year-old boy — posing in her prime in Playboy[1].
Please do this as opposed to remembering her torrid marriage to the rich old guy, the torrid fight to get the money, the torrid weight gain and subsequent bizarre reality show, and the torrid death of her first son.
And, now, her own what-I-can-only-suspect- will-be-torrid death. I am a horrible person.
[1] I’m going to leave it at that in terms of level of detail regarding the remembrance of things past.
