The more I think about it, the more I realize that the death of Natalie Wood has set my personal standard for sordid celebrity clusterfucks.
That story had everything:
- fancy yachts
- Christopher Walken
- extremely tense dinners in public restaurants
- prolonged screaming matches
- huge quantities of wine
- three possible affairs
- a tell-all from a boat captain
- a decades-old DEATH PROPHECY that CAME TRUE
Like if that's not the level you're operating at with your tabloid drama, go home and stop bothering me.