Jade

So Jade is dead. Now what? What shall the vultures do now? How will their lust for celebrity flesh be satisfied? The fawned sympathy all the while willing her to give more… "Jade tell us more!?! How’s the chemotherapy going? Are you shitting yourself yet?"

Gorging themselves, filling their insatiable appetites with every word written and spoken, defecting opinions and critique … vomiting bile and pissing crocodile tears for their “Queen of Pig Ignorance” and gathering with pitchforks and flaming OK! Magazines at the gates of those who dare question the morality of this freak show.

Jade was a product, she was cash, money in the bank… there is still time to monetise her … install a web cam in the coffin… charge to watch her decompose while they tuck into TV dinners from Iceland, pick her bones clean…