martha ‘sunny’ von bulow recently passed away after a 28 year battle with a coma. that's right 28 years. at first a coma is tragic and serious. you can't talk about it. visitors speak in hushed tones. after 3 or 4 years, they're probably playing cards on her stomach. she was an heiress, so maybe they had to maintain customs with such a regal type. "might we change the bed pan, your highness? Your bed sores are looking magnificent." how did she age? if she had remained youthful, would that be the new hollywood trend. "a coma really takes the years off." i wish she had woken up and immediately become a DJ. that has the makings of a pretty cool sitcom. "what did i miss?" "well, everyone got rid of afros and bell-bottoms, then they wore leg warmers and bracelets, then flannel and corduroy, then chuck taylors and square glasses. now it's furry boots. welcome back." "get me my turn tables." "but you just woke... but how do you even know what... oh, sunny!" i love that her name was sunny and she was in a deep, dark coma for nearly three decades. she also died with secrets. did her husband try to kill her? twice? one - how would she know? coma victims are usually not the most reliable witnesses. "your honor, my next witness has been in a coma since the cold war." "bring her in." and second - how do you fail TWICE to kill someone in a coma? if you can't off someone in a coma, you don't deserve the sixty million she willed to you. and why kill a coma spouse? an angry, bitchy spouse - understandable. but rich coma spouse? she still has money. dress her up and travel the world weekend at bernie's style. "here's your grandmother at the grand canyon. in australia. the great wall of china. and here she is with her turn tables."