SO NOW IT'S OVER
Or is it? Anna Nicole is finally buried, and among the performers at today's funeral was Joe Nichols... whose last hit was "Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off". I don't think he sang that at the service, but then again I'm only two-thirds of the way through watching Entertainment Tonight's fawning hour-long coverage, complete with "exclusives". So far there's been no disclosure of a reported four MILLION bucks paid by ET to Howard K. Stern for the "funeral rights". That's what used to be called "checkbook journalism". But ET wouldn't pay for it if America didn't lust for more reports. So that's where we are now in this country. We've come a long way, baby. Might as well sell sponsorships for everything. Hey, I'm pro-business, but really... what's next? Logos on coffins, ala NASCAR jackets? Rob Long at National Review sheds some light on the whole Anna Nicole Smith circus. Some of his excellent points:
Somewhere around the time Broward County circuit judge Larry Seidlin began weeping, inexplicably, as he read his decision in the Anna Nicole Smith case, I thought to myself, “What are we fighting so hard for? Let the terrorists win. They have a point.” Of course, I wondered why the judge was crying at all. It seemed like a pretty routine court procedure — rich lady dies; confusion abounds; judge steps in to clear it up — but for some reason, Judge Seidlin took it all very personally. On the other hand, after weeks of idiotic wall-to-wall coverage of the death of a minor celebrity, we were all feeling a little bit punchy. I confess to a giddy, lightheaded feeling when I heard that she had named her infant daughter something called “Dannielynn.” Let’s get this all out of the way: Anna Nicole Smith was a freakish oddity, one of those creatures who bounce through the pachinko game of life and somehow end up on the front page. Because she was beautiful, she became a model. Because she became a model, she captured the attention of a Texas oil tycoon. Because the Texas oil tycoon was 89 years old, she became an heiress. Because she became an heiress, she ended up in probate court. Then she got fat. Then she got skinny. Then she got her own reality show. Then she died. Then she ended up back in probate court. And now she has her own reality show again, this time as an off-screen star, which is something to be grateful for.
Note: You can subscribe to the NR Digital edition and read the whole thing (it's worth it) http://nrd.nationalreview.com/article/?q=NTZkMzY5MTdiY2I0NTUyMzdjY2Q2OTIxYzYwZmNlZDY=
Oh.. and I don't think it's over. Exhumation and more court cases, anyone?
And by the way: The story has "legs" at least until Tuesday, when the burial service will again be sensitively portrayed, for a fee, on ET.
Somewhere around the time Broward County circuit judge Larry Seidlin began weeping, inexplicably, as he read his decision in the Anna Nicole Smith case, I thought to myself, “What are we fighting so hard for? Let the terrorists win. They have a point.” Of course, I wondered why the judge was crying at all. It seemed like a pretty routine court procedure — rich lady dies; confusion abounds; judge steps in to clear it up — but for some reason, Judge Seidlin took it all very personally. On the other hand, after weeks of idiotic wall-to-wall coverage of the death of a minor celebrity, we were all feeling a little bit punchy. I confess to a giddy, lightheaded feeling when I heard that she had named her infant daughter something called “Dannielynn.” Let’s get this all out of the way: Anna Nicole Smith was a freakish oddity, one of those creatures who bounce through the pachinko game of life and somehow end up on the front page. Because she was beautiful, she became a model. Because she became a model, she captured the attention of a Texas oil tycoon. Because the Texas oil tycoon was 89 years old, she became an heiress. Because she became an heiress, she ended up in probate court. Then she got fat. Then she got skinny. Then she got her own reality show. Then she died. Then she ended up back in probate court. And now she has her own reality show again, this time as an off-screen star, which is something to be grateful for.
Note: You can subscribe to the NR Digital edition and read the whole thing (it's worth it) http://nrd.nationalreview.com/article/?q=NTZkMzY5MTdiY2I0NTUyMzdjY2Q2OTIxYzYwZmNlZDY=
Oh.. and I don't think it's over. Exhumation and more court cases, anyone?
And by the way: The story has "legs" at least until Tuesday, when the burial service will again be sensitively portrayed, for a fee, on ET.
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