I know there’s an old tradition of not speaking ill of the dead.  Sorry, but I think that rule should only apply to people we know.

Celebrities shouldn’t be covered by this courtesy policy.

Since the Trash Queen’s death at 39 last week, I’ve been shocked at the huffy and self-righteous reactions I’ve gotten to my A.N.S. cracks.  It’s as if Princess Diana has just died.

Let me clear this up.  Anna Nicole Smith was a grotesque celebrity whose life was a parody of everything dignified, classy and intelligent.  For god’s sake, the father of her baby might be Zsa Zsa Gabor’s husband.

I get to make fun of her and I don’t want any grief about it, okay?