A TrimSpa commercial came on television last night and with what I can only describe as an "awakening" as her cleavage filled all 27 inches of my screen I was overcome with an awe for Anna Nicole Smith: She had found love in her lifetime. She had a brief yet (as told to us and the court in her inheritance battle) happy marriage to her Forbes 400 husband, J. Howard Marshall II (the middle names of the really rich are more important than their first, e.g. C. Montgomery Burns). I reflected on how she must daily mourn the passing of her late billionaire husband.
The two were meant for each other. Yet. they were star-crossed in the sense that they were born six decades apart. Both coming out of failed marriages, they found solace in each other after meeting in a Houston, um, gentleman's club where Smith was working as an, um, entertainer. Smith, once affectionately known as "Sweet Cheeks" to patrons of establishment, became "the love of my life" to Marshall. Having never met her, I can only imagine the charismatic personality that Smith must possess. Could else have drawn an almost ninety-year-old billionaire to a twenty-something stripper?
(I meant dancer, sorry)
After Smith had ascended to the apex of the modeling profession she later entered, becoming hailed not only as playmate of the month but of the year, the couple finally decided to tie the knot. Sadly, I'm sure most of all for Smith, the marriage only lasted fourteen months before Marshall's death, but the couple must have cherished every moment together.
In many ways she is stronger than most of us. While there are those among us who might find themselves unable to marry a terminally ill (or other soon to die) partner, Smith lived the life of those in love, never looking back on the reality that her husband's death could only be imminent as his age.
Shame on all of you who would call Smith a gold-digger. The marriage and the relationship were of love. True love. "The Princess Bride" kind of love. Wove. Twue wove. Deep Love. The kind of love that not even his wheelchair could contain. To those who would raise eyebrows at the age gap, as David Letterman once pointed out, "Hey, when he's 160 she'd be 101." (Mr. Letterman also suggested Smith write a book entitled "Where There's a Will, There's Me"...I'm sure about the will to love one who may soon leave you. Hurrah for you, Mr. Letterman!) It was not about the money. Not in any way. This was about love. Not money. For love or money? Love. Not money. No $$$, just <3 <3 <3. These two individuals have shown the romance, the universal bond, and yes, I'll say the holiness passed down to us in the institution of marriage. If we could only love each other in the way Anna Nicole Smith loved her ninety-year-old billionaire husband, the world would be a better place.
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