About

These are the posthumous writings of Zsa Zsa Wong who died in her bed Friday night, having spent the final days of her life subsisting on nothing but chilled champagne and peeled grapes.  The peeling was an artform for her, and she spent her last days in a zen-like trance pulling naked grapes from their skin, and chewing them gently like baby fingers. 

“This is how carefully things should be done,” she was heard to say.

Just before passing, she sat up and gave each person in the room a wet kiss that tasted like grape jelly.  Then she reapplied her lipstick,  and fell back against a red silk pillow to breathe her last.

For those interested, she left an old tape recorder and instructions on how to contact her on the Other Side.