I haven’t yet met a grieving person who would be comforted by tooling around Spain in a 13-car motorcade and walking the beaches and streets of a resort in a crowd of dozens of strap hangers shielded from the paparazzi by 60 secret service agents and hundreds of spanish police.
Nor have I met a true friend with access to a staff of 122 servants and a private military jet fleet who couldn’t make it from DC to a Chicago funeral, having taken 8 vacations in 3 months.
Sorrm me-shell, we call BEE ESS on this story. Our tears refuse to be jerked.
Very good point. Has anyone dug up the nitty-gritty about when the funeral was, and what ME-shell was doing at that time?