Oh, the angst over the death of this great woman....

As pillow biters without a life gather to keep a vigil under the swaying palm fronds surrounding the bunker where the Anna Nicole circus was stabled, hoping to catch a glimpse of Howard k. Stern watching his meal ticket evaporate into the bright Bahamian sky, please try to remember one little factoid about this story. IT WAS ANNA FREAKING NICOLE SMITH. The world didn't lose Nelson Mandella. The President of the United States wasn't shot by an assassin. A space shuttle full of scientists aboard didn't blow up upon re-entry into the atmosphere. All that happened was that the traveling media starved freak show that was called the life of Anna Nicole Smith has finally hit its expiration date. If you are really really sad about her death, don't be. She parlayed her no talent/trailer park mentality into a pretty amusing, event filled life, all done on her terms. Now let the big girl, and her equally big g-string, move on from our consciousness so we can concentrate on something we can all care about, like picking up the form and finding a couple of live ones on tomorrow's program