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Carrie Fisher's Urn Is A Giant Prozac Pill
Carrie Fisher and her French bulldog Gary. (Photo by Jesse Grant/Getty Images for Disney)
Carrie Fisher and her mother Debbie Reynolds, who both died within a day of each other, were laid to rest on Friday at Forest Lawn in a private ceremony. As somber as the proceedings may have been, Fisher, it seems, had the last laugh.
Carrie Fisher always made people crack a smile in life and she made sure she got one more out of them in death: https://t.co/3TkwUTH4gu pic.twitter.com/21rNILHbeT
— Ryan Parker (@TheRyanParker) January 6, 2017
During the funeral, Todd Fisher, brother of Carrie and son of Reynolds, was spotted carrying an urn that resembled a giant Prozac pill. He explained to reporters after the service, "Carrie's favorite possession was a giant Prozac pill that she bought many years ago. A big pill. She loved it, and it was in her house, and [Fisher's daughter] Billie [Lourd] and I felt it was where she'd want to be."
According to the Los Angeles Daily News, while Fisher was cremated, some of her ashes are buried alongside Reynolds.
Fisher was very candid about her struggles with substance abuse and mental illness in her memoirs and one-woman show Wishful Drinking. In a 2000 interview with Diane Sawyer, Fisher opened up about her struggle with bipolar disorder, saying, "I have a chemical imbalance that, in its most extreme state, will lead me to a mental hospital."
In her book Wishful Drinking, she wrote:
I thought I would inaugurate a Bipolar Pride Day. You know, with floats and parades and stuff! On the floats we would get the depressives, and they wouldn’t even have to leave their beds—we’d just roll their beds out of their houses, and they could continue staring off miserably into space. And then for the manics, we’d have the manic marching band, with manics laughing and talking and shopping and fucking and making bad judgment calls.
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