from a coroner's report, that Whitney Houston was wearing a wig and dentures when she died, and that she had breast implants. I was even more amazed to realize that a government coroner's office will tell the whole world private information like this, even though it has no connection at all to what they're supposed to be investigating--the cause of her death. Once you are a dead body, you have no secrets. Not only can the state take your clothes off and dissect your body--that part's understandable--but they can broadcast anything they discover to the entire world, without having to justify specific disclosures in terms of the public's rights to know about them. Everything's out in the open, if you have the misfortune of being dead.
Surely laws could be written to protect the privacy of the dead. How about it? The Whitney Houston Privacy Act--in all 50 states? Of course, the Supreme Court might strike it down--obviously privacy means nothing to the brilliant dudes who recently upheld strip searches for people held on the most minor charges. But it's worth a try. I can't see any earthly reason why Whitney Houston shouldn't have been able to take her most personal secrets to the grave.