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The coroner's toxicology report on Whitney Houston could take six to eight weeks. Thank you for that breathless update, mainstream media. In the meantime, I guess we'll all be forced to struggle through to our own conclusions.
Is crack, in fact, whack? Like Celine Dion, Garth Brooks, Billy Joel and Mariah Carey, Houston enjoyed the kind of commercial success that will *never* happen again -- 170 million albums, singles and videos worldwide, at a time when HMV was still a destination within the mall (instead of the curiosity it is today, as in, "How the fuck do they stay in business?") -- while all the time devolving and hardening into a diamond encrusted self-destruct button.
Celine Dion -- married her grandfather's high school teacher
Garth Brooks -- tried to reinvent himself as Chris Gaines (!)
Billy Joel -- sad, bitter, sad, drunk, then bitter again
Mariah Carey -- married Tommy Mottola (!), then made Glitter (!)
And then Whitney. What happens when you give a human being unlimited exposure to (a) cash and (b) Bobby Brown? Your name being widely associated with the term "freebasing" and a reality show where your most memorable line is, I need to poop a poop.
Really, I don't think we need another Warren Commission to figure out what happened.