Somehow I don’t think whoever sold the photo of a dead Whitney Houston to theNational Enquirer is going to be in a charitable mood. From the Chicago Sun Times:
According to a source close to Cissy Houston, Whitney’s grieving mom now knows who sold that photo to the National Enquirer. The Houston family insider said Cissy “had a come-to-Jesus moment” with the guilty party and demanded the alleged six-figure fee for the photo be donated to charity.
This is such a sad turn of events. Whitney Houston deserved to have an elegant, dignified send-off into the great beyond, but a Houston clan insider just had to make a quick buck. I don’t blame Mrs. Houston for demanding that money be . . . wait — did you say “six figures”? Well hells bells, I won’t be the one to say when an entrepreneur should or shouldn’t make a little extra scratch, and neither should you. This is America, damn it. It’s the patriotic duty of a shutterbug to whip out the ol’ cell cam and do what’s right. Hell, for six figures I would have stolen Whitney’s body and given it the lead role in the Broadway version of Weekend at Bernie’s.