Anne Heche died today.
She was driving like a maniac and got in a fiery car wreck.
Survived the wreck, but died of her injuries.
Acting. Directing. Producing.
She did all those well.
But driving? Not as much.
She had wanted to donate her organs, but unless you can use them extra-crispy or well done, I don’t think anyone other than Planet Hollywood will want them.
Yet, somehow, she’s a victim.
Of her mental illness, of the abuse she suffered.
Tell that to the person who’s house she ran into and nearly killed.
The real victim of her mental illness.