Whitney Houston’s family was told by L.A. County Coroner officials … the singer did not die from drowning, but rather from what appears to be a combination of Xanax and other prescription drugs mixed with alcohol … this according to family sources.
We’re told Coroner’s officials informed the family there was not enough water in Whitney’s lungs to lead to the conclusion that she drowned.
Our sources say the family was told Whitney may well have died before her head became submerged.
And family sources tell us … it was actually Whitney’s aunt, Mary Jones, who discovered Whitney’s body in the bathtub. Mary had laid out Whitney’s dress for the evening on the bed and then left for about a half hour. When Whitney didn’t come out of the bathroom, Mary entered, pulled Whitney out of the tub and began administering CPR.
And we’re told … Whitney’s mom has arranged to have the singer’s body flown back to Atlanta, as early as tomorrow. The family was told the Coroner has no problem releasing the body because there is no evidence of foul play — and unless cops put a hold on the body, it can be flown back East.
Ugh. When Emily said that things just keep getting worse and worse, she definitely hit the nail on the head.
You know, I don’t mean to open up a giant can of worms or anything, but Whitney aside, doctors are so f-cking quick to write out a prescription these days that it’s not even funny. No, it’s NOT even funny. People pass out these g-ddamn pills like they’re candy or rewards for a long, hard day, and you know what? It’s not OK and it makes me angry. Some of the pills found at the scene included Xanax, Ibuprofen, Midol, and Amoxicillin, but there were apparently quite a few more present in the hotel room.
Whitney’s daughter, Bobbi Kristina, had a similar incident happen to her just the day before her mother died. She fell asleep in the tub, and according to sources, it was a close call. Also, Bobbi’s been hospitalized twice, now, since finding out about the death of her mom. One of these hospitalizations was a result of pills. And alcohol. From Radar Online:
“She tried to ease the pain of losing her mother by having a few alcoholic drinks,” the insider said.
“She was distraught, on the verge of a complete breakdown. Not knowing what to do, members of her mother’s entourage tried to calm her down with a sedative. The two were an unfortunate mix and she ended up passing out.”
Angry. ANGRY. And then you look at poor drug-addled Bobby Brown, who probably doesn’t even know which end is up right now, and you can’t tell me that he’s not the next one to be hospitalized for something:
This was Bobby’s arrival at LAX upon hearing the news of Whitney’s death. The poor bastard looks like he’s been crying for forty-eight hours straight, and no, there’s no reason for a joke about “probably the drugs” to be inserted here. This sucks, guys, and while it’s sad for Whitney and her family, the reality of it is that this kind of shit happens every f-cking day, day in and day out, to nameless, faceless people who don’t even generate a blip on the public radar unless you knew them personally.
I know there’s a lot of people out there who’ll say “Well DUH, what did you expect, a ‘former’ drug addict died from pills,” but making a statement like that is like putting band-aid on a busted artery. It’s no solution to an ever-present (and ever-growing) problem.