In a pink marabou draped coffin worthy of Dolly Parton on speedballs, Anna Nicole Smith was buried next to her son today in the Bahamas.
Anna's coffin rolled up to the church in style - chrome rims and pink streamers, y'all! - and was carried up a Hollywood-style red carpet, before heading into a church filled with pink roses and baby daisies. The funeral was attended by Howard K. Stern, Larry Birkhead, Anna's crazy-ass mom Virgie Arthur, Guns n' Roses guitarist Slash (what the...?), and a couple of Anna's former "bodyguards," among 300 others.
I don't know about you, but I lost track of this story about two weeks ago. The body was here, there and everywhere, with everyone Anna has ever known - and I mean "known" in the biblical sense - vying for a piece of her estate. Anna's long-estranged mother Virgie has been fighting for the right to take Anna's body back to her home state of Texas, as well as the right to exhume the body of Anna's son Daniel, up until minutes before the funeral began. Way to go, Grandma! There were just too many crazy rumors and emergency court hearings to keep track of - to tell you the truth, I grew tired of the whole mess.
Sadly, I do not think that Anna's flashy burial marks the end of her increasingly bizarre story. As the custody battle for baby Dannielynn - who attended the funeral with her court-appointed guardian Richard Milstein - heats up, my guess is that things are going to get really ugly.
I hope that wherever she is now, Anna is resting peacefully, and not watching the spectacle that her "family" and "friends" are making of themselves, in her name. And by "spectacle," I mean, "shameless, gold-digging ASSES."
Rest in peace, Anna. You deserve it.