“Judge: Preserve Anna Nicole’s body”
I have two disturbing mental images. One is of a cabinet in which Anna Nicole, stuffed with straw, sits, a la Jeremy Bentham at University College London.
The other is of Mother Cabrini underneath the altar, enclosed in glass.
I shall lie awake nights worrying about this for a while.
And we won’t even mention Lenin.
And we won’t even mention Lenin
or even Evita.
I’m with you; the idea of an Auto-Icon of Anna Nicole sitting in a glass case (?in the lobby of People Magazine’s offices? or National Enquirer?) is really MUCH too scary to contemplate.
(I have asked several people why the media are making such a fuss about this woman. celebrity? famous for being famous? There has been much mutual head-shaking, but no real answers about why anyone beyond her immediate family should care. But if she’s in a glass case, why, people in the 24th century could be fascinated too!)
Me, in the chorus? I’ll have you know that I played Mother Cabrini! During LENT!
– “Auntie Mame”