Entry 27: "The Land of the Fallen Son"

Yo!

I'm really tired of hearing about Daniel Smith's mysterious death last week. In case you haven't been paying attention to the news AT ALL lately, Daniel is the 20-year-old son of former Playboy playmate Anna Nicole Smith. He died last Sunday, the 10th, in the Bahamas, in the very same hospital room where his mother was recuperating from giving birth to his baby sister just three days earlier. Anna is currently (understandably) extremely depressed and in mourning while simultaneously taking care of her new baby. On top of the fact that Anna has yet to publicly reveal who the father of child #2 is, the cause of Daniel's death has yet to be determined, or at least yet to be publicly released.

My gripe about this is, again, you couldn't turn to any news outlet at all last week without getting some serious recapping and perspectives and conjecture surrounding this death. My stance is, could the media possibly have made a bigger deal of this? I mean.... okay, I understand that it was an extreme tragedy that this death happened, and my condolences to Anna Nicole and her family, but seriously. The way the TV media and the internet over-covered this story, you'd almost swear it was a presidential assassination. I can't wait until the results of the second or third (I lost count) autopsy's results are made public, so then the spinning can REALLY begin. I can hear the various questions now:

"Where did he get all those drugs from?"

"How long has this been happening?"

"Did anyone in his family know about this?"

"What kind of evidence did the forensics guys recover?"

"Have the authorities found a suspect yet?"

"When's the trial??"

Bottom Line: Okay, I'll try very hard to avoid making this week's BL turn into an improvised eulogy-type...... Um... thing. Anyway, like I said, it's an extremely unexpected bomb to drop on a new (second-time-over) mother, and my condolences go out to Anna Nicole and family. But please, news media. Exercise restraint and show just a little tact and learn when to stop milking the living crap out of a story, just because of how big and high-profile you think it is. ...But that's just me. Okay, enough preaching to the choir. That's all. I'm outta here.

Later.

-D.