A Tissue Of Lies?

This has the stink of bullshit about every word of it.

Once I knew a woman. Her name was Blanche. I knew her for several decades. When she died I saw her lengthy “vanity” obituary in the local paper. It described a person who was honest, thoughtful, kind and generous, a person who was very active in the community and knew many fine people. It was all lies, she wrote it herself before she died. She had a vision of herself that she wanted people to believe but none of it was true. Lies. All lies designed to soothe an inflamed ego. I don’t think there was ever a treasure box and I think that Fenn paid for all of this media attention just like it was an obituary, which it actually is, and very little of it is probably accurate.