The enigma of the spontaneous shrine.

To express our sadness over the death of Anna Nicole Smith, we created a small memorial on the desk at my place of business, er slackiness. Upon a black plate, we placed five tealights and had one of our employees create a sign.




As the days have gone by, anonymous notes and personal drawings have appeared. A fantastic likeness and anecdote by one of our superb comic book artists, Terry Blas:



An anonymous drawing and note:




Many people have scoffed and scorned our shrine, but it is in no way ironic to me. I mean, my fascination with celebretards is immense and my feelings of compassion for the Truly Fucked-Up was extended to ANS. I derived much amusement at her antics, but I really respected her for being a bigger woman who was hot and did whatever she wanted. Or at least she seemed to.

See next post for my two favorite ANS notes from the memorial.