These days and weeks that are coming are not going to be pleasant ones to watch. It goes without saying that 32 year old women do not die of cardiac arrest - that is, not without the most aberrant of extraneous circumstances. Recent tabloid stories of dismissal from a movie, as well as an eerily similar trip to the hospital by her husband, will only provide grist for the rumor mill. So before it all becomes predictably ugly, I'd prefer to remember Brittany Murphy for a fine performance in one of the wittiest, most stylishly scary films from the early part of the decade - one that deserves re-issuing on DVD, and, sadly, will probably now receive it.
It's all so head-shakingly, heart-breakingly sad.