Anna Nicole Smith, "dead" at 39

I'm fucking devastated. That bitch had so much to live for. I fucking loved her, I did. I was the father of that kid, you know. Little Dannylynnwhatever. She was going to call her Cheneylynn but I didn't think that was such a good idea. Oh, yeah, we had a special thing going on, that's for sure. I was supposed to meet her down there at the Hard Rock, but I had to stay here to fix something that President Dickhead fucked up. Again. So I had to cancel. I don't know--she might still be alive if I'd gone down there. When am I gonna fucking learn?