…I have been following the Anna Nicole Smith saga in the Florida courtroom with rabid–and often horror-stricken–facination.  Here’s what I’ve decided.

With the exception of Larry Birkhead who seems sane, the rest of them are crazy, the judge included.  The issue before his court is who should get the body and where Anna Nicole should be buried.  The sad woman bought a plot next to her son.  How much plainer could her wishes be????  From everything I’m seeing, her son was the only person who didn’t use her.

Howard K. Stern makes my flesh creep and the mother…  Well, yesterday was the first day in ten years since she’d seen her daughter.  She’s visiting her in the morgue, for crying out loud, and who drives her there?  A journalist from Splash magazine. 

Gee, I wonder where her heart really is?  I wonder what could possibly be motivating her tearful performance in the courtroom?  If she cared about her daughter at all, she’d bury her next to her son. But does she want to do that?  No.  She wants to take her back to Texas.  I guess it’ll be easier to charge admission to the grave if she’s there.

Argh!

Anyone else been keeping up with this?