Last I've heard or seen, the marble marker in the garden plot where Farrah Fawcett was buried remains un-engraved.
I guess that's why, when I saw her best friend of 30 years, Alana Stewart, all over the news today promoting her book about Farrah, less than two months after the Angel's death, my head kind of exploded.
Granted, Alana might not be in charge of getting that task accomplished. And I'm sure she means well. But, all things being equal, the visuals of Farrah's blank slate versus a 288-page book that in essence capitalizes on her death strikes me as beyond tacky and rather cha-ching!-ish.
My Journey With Farrah is billed as a tribute to Farrah and friendship in general. It's based on Stewart's personal diaries kept during Farrah's struggle with cancer: "...what I saw, what I felt, what I was going through with Farrah, and how it was affecting my own life," Stewart writes. Um, okay.
Retailing at $23.99, an undisclosed portion of Stewart's profits reportedly will go to the Farrah Fawcett Foundation for cancer research.
Here's hoping Farrah gets a well-deserved, loving and lasting epitaph on her grave before someone else tries to cash in on her tragic demise in print.