Campy Even in Death

Anna at the 2005 MTV Music Awards -- Picture courtesy Wikipedia

by blogSpotter
What can I add to the story of Anna Nicole Smith that hasn't already been said? She was a blonde bombshell model/actress who cast herself in much the same light as Marilyn Monroe of earlier years. She once gave her height as 5 feet 12 inches, eliciting laughter. I can't help but think this and many other of her silly behaviors were calculated actions and not at all dumb. She was a wealthy dumb-bunny who knew how to work it. The cause of her death is still unknown as of this writing. Foul play and illegal drugs have thus far been ruled out. She was reportedly violently ill with the flu a few days prior to her death; it may have been a freak biological event like an aneurism.

Anna Nicole cultivated a sense of campiness, far more than Marilyn ever did. How appropriate that even in death, the campiness follows her. There was already a paternity battle going on to establish who was the the father of her daughter Dannielynn. A former beau, photojournalist Larry Birkhead and her current common-law lawyer husband Howard K. Stern were duking it out to establish paternity. Now Zsa Zsa Gabore's husband, 73 year old Frederic Prinz von Anhalt has chimed in to say that he might be the father. If Extra is to be believed, Anna Nicole's body guard has indicated that he could be the father. Yet another tabloid suggested that Dannielynn was fathered by frozen sperm from Anna's 90 year-old deceased husband, Howard Marshall. This last one is thought to be a hoax, but even so it's a crowded field. There are more potential Anna Nicole impregnators than there are Democratic candidates for 2008.

It's said that Anna Nicole was crushed when her 20 year old son Daniel died from a weird combination of drugs, only 5 months ago. She had said that Danny was her best friend in life -- maybe in some odd way she or the fates wanted her to be with him in the afterworld. She had a husband (albeit common-law), a 5-month old daughter and many loving people in her life. Unlike Marilyn, Anna Nicole had people all around her when she died; she and her husband were at the Hard Rock hotel for a happy occasion -- to buy a pricey speedboat. None of us can know what weird thing will take us out of this world and on to the next act. But we can pretty well rest assured that there won't be a paternity competition for an infant daughter -- one that rivals the last California governor's race for an oddball assortment of contenders. Anna Nicole, thank you for the fun and whimsy you gave us in life, and may we add -- the mirth, however inappropriate, of some of the circumstances surrounding your departure.

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