It’s always good to maintain a sense of humor, especially posthumously. Apparently Elizabeth Taylor, laid to rest yesterday at Forest Lawn in Glendale, managed to pull off her last laugh from the grave.
Good for her, I say! Then, I wonder if she expected anyone to dare attempt to one-up her. In any case, the service was smaller than I would have expected. I’m sorry I missed it, but my invitation must have gotten lost in the mail.
Thankfully we have this portrait to enjoy for the ages, which of course has already hung in the Abbey for the past few years. The same place at which I dined this past Monday, some 36 hours before her death, was one of Liz’s recent favorite hangouts.
Once the Abbey’s current construction is complete, the Grand Dame will again preside over her scores of martini-slinging visitors. No doubt she’ll be enjoying her own martinis in spirit, right along with us.
Ryan R. Sanderson 