A piece of thirty-one-year-old cake from
Prince Charles and Princess Diana's wedding is going to be auctioned off next
month in Beverly Hills. The cake has
been "preserved," which probably means someone stuck it in the
freezer and it's all ice-burnt to shit by now, but I'm reasonably certain that
won't stop the festivities.
Other then the obvious whackos and zealots,
who else would be interested in a piece of royal wedding cake? Should we tell bidders that the wedding
didn't last? That the bride bit the big
one? That Mr. Big Ears married Camilla
the Commoner after the fact?
It is almost as surreal as OJ Simpson
auctioning off the knife he used to commit two murders. Didn't anyone, like maybe his lawyer, advise
him against doing this since he hid the knife all this time and claims he did
not actually kill anyone? A jury of his
peers already assured the world the that the gloves didn't fit; certainly
someone would clue him in that producing and selling the actual murder weapon
might not be his brightest strategic legal move. What is it with people in Beverly Hills?
If the auction house had a brain in their
marketing department, they would sell the cake and the knife as a matched
set.
