She, in her odd way, was the American Dream.
Raised in a trailer park in Texas, her Dad in and out of her life, her Mom poor and uneducated. She grew up too fast and left home early.
After a brutally rough young marriage which gave her a son, she worked in a strip club and wooed herself a sugar daddy, who married her and left her millions.
But she couldn't break the chains of her past, and alcohol abuse and pain killers followed her around like a sad puppy. She gained weight and passed he time in the new American art form: reality TV.
The one thing in her life who held on to any semblence of sanity, her son, careened quickly out of control and died the day her daughter was born on an island paradise.
Her sleazy lawyer claimed he was the daddy, while a guy who had a brief fling with her believed it was his. Too bad there's not a Maury show for b-level celebrities.
If there were still a "movie of the week", it would be up there with "Brian's Song".
RIP, Anna Nicole, the diapered astronaut is happy you bumped her off the Nancy Grace Show.
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