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900 ways to die

Archibald Nixon

anti-life coach
Cyril Wecht, celebrity forensic pathologist, on his recent efforts to find the cause of death for Anna Nicole Smith's son:


"...Wecht, speaking by phone from Miami a day after conducting the autopsy in the Bahamas, said he did not know whether the medication played any role in the death. He is still awaiting the results of toxicology tests to determine the cause of death.

Wecht's autopsy ruled out several natural causes - including heart disease, stroke or a "congenital anomaly" - as well as foul play. Investigators have said they did not find evidence of drugs or obvious signs of a crime.

Wecht, who ordered drug and chemical analyses that could take weeks, said he learned about the prescription medication after the autopsy from Daniel Smith's psychiatrist in the United States. The depression apparently "had to do with a girlfriend," he said.

He said he and the Bahamian coroner who did the first autopsy agreed there was no evidence Daniel Smith died from a "suicidal overdose."

Bahamian pathologists performed an autopsy Sept. 12 and were expecting toxicology results this week, but the coroner's office has said the findings will not be released before a jury inquest scheduled for Oct. 23.

Smith ordered the follow-up autopsy to end "media speculation surrounding the matter," said her Bahamian attorney, Michael Scott..."



I have to admit I'm thusfar riveted. What the fuck killed this kid?

Or, to be completely loony-tunes about it: Let's say for the sake of argument that it was foul play: How do you kill someone in a way that won't be detectable by a forensic pathologist/coroner/whatever?

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If I see the morning hours
Ill have one more yesterday
Take life from tomorrow
Cause Ive burned out my today

If I get up to the top I know
Ill just go back downhill
Gotta terminal future
And its time to write my will

Down another glass of courage
And a shot of thorazine

Were not ready to see you yet
99 ways to die
Were not ready to see you yet

Gotta short between the earphones
Wringing my hands in dismay
A more efficient maniac
With two feet in the grave

Aint got no last words to say
Yellow streak right up my spine
The gun in my mouth was real
And the taste blew my mind

In a black tie and straight jacket
Man Im gonna try again

Chorus repeat

Demitasse of arsenic
Try on this tie
Never mind the tree

There is only death and danger
In the sockets of my eyes
A playground of illusion
No one plays they only die

Theres a prison in my mind
And the bars are gonna break
Im as mad as a hatter
And strung out just the same

Taunting rigor mortis
I feel it draw me in
 
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