Can Do In the Wind.

I know that Elton re-wrote a song for Princess Diana to commemorate her passing, and I would never suggest anything so profound for Anna Nicole. I will suggest that her bizarre existance and monumental accomplishments from the slums of Texas not be ignored. Gumption is my favorite spice of life, second to Volume. I will divulge the entire TonySpats Spice Rack To Life soon. Maybe Prince can coin something apropos, or the recently reunited GoGo's may. Judging from the media play that is following her exit something extraordinary is necessary. Call Bono. Or Madonna as Blonde Ambition is her trademark, and Anna's work ethic might seem remotley similar. Guess? You betcha. The first Whitetrash Demi-God.

Larger than life.

Anna Nicole Smith, model, spokesperson, actress, celebrity, and mother died today in Hollywood, FL at the HardRock Casino Hotel. Two lessons here, bad things happen in FL and don't do meth. She's been described as everyone's favorite car wreck at the corner of Crazy Street and White Trash Avenue, which is how I hope to remember her. As tragic as the loss is to lose someone so young, 39 you can't help but remark on how far she went. She went just a bit too far this time. The comfort is that she's with her son whom she loved so much. And her second husband, Howard Marshall.