Well, she's gone.
A surprise at such a young age. But then again, maybe her death isn't so surprising, as the poor woman was a train wreck. To those who think a person cannot die of a broken heart, I would strenuously argue your point. I believe her life was shortened by trouble.
The circus has already begun, a little over 24 hours following her death. Three men are claiming the paternity of her daughter- one being Anna Nicole's lawyer/handler, another is the photographer/ex-lover, and finally, Zsa-Zsa Gabor's husband, a prince from some obscure royal family.
You know, I have an idea that Anna Nicole will become an American icon, along the lines of Marilyn Monroe. Soon teenagers and gay men will have pictures of Anna Nicole on their walls. There will be countless websites dedicated to her life. There will be conspiracy theories surrounding her death. A new wine will be concocted and on it's label will be Anna Nicole's picture. Elton John and Bernie Taupin will write a song about her. Actually, that one probably isn't going to happen.
I would watch Anna Nicole on E!, in interviews, in print, and I always had the impression that she was a little lost, a little dotty, but overall, sweet. Frankly, I'll miss her.