Without love, it ain't much...

So Anna Nicole has died. More than likely, it was a drug overdose brought on by a broken heart.

This woman was a stripper with a young son. Probably started working in the clubs to make ends meet. She lucks up on an old billionaire who promises to take care of her.
She marries him and her life changes. He buys her gifts, spoils her, etc. His family freaks out but hey, she makes him happy.

When he dies, she starts to hustle. She finds ways to make money. She poses for Playboy and becomes Playmate of the Year, signs a Guess contract, becomes a household name. She brings curvy back to the fashion pages in a time of the superskinny waif.

She's the big girl from Texas. Big Boobs, Big Hair, Big Personality.

Along the way, the vultures show up. Howard.Stern, her attorney. He finds his cash cow. Knowing Anna is a small town girl who is lonely in Hollywood....he probably supplies her with lots of remedies to ease her pain.

She gains weight and becomes a tabloid joke. Her life is spiraling out of control. She bounces back with a reality show, loses the weight and becomes a spokesperson.
She starts to regain her place in the public eye.

She becomes pregnant, and on the occassion of her child's birth....she loses her son.
Five months later, she is dead. Probably from an over.dose.

The baby still doesn't know who it's father is. Millions of dollars are at stake.
Anna's estate has probably been set-up to benefit the shady lawyer who is claiming to be her child's father and her husband.

For some reason, this whole thing is just tragic. It's the story of Hollywood. All that Glitters and the seedy underbelly of fame.

The sad part is that an innocent child is going to be at the center of this debacle.

RIP Anna