The AP reports on Monday that Carrie Fisher died with drugs in her system…a lot of them. The whole complement of hard core junk: heroin, MDMA and cocaine. Though investigators have been unable to determine the exact impact of the drugs, it’s hard to believe it wasn’t a major factor in her death. A coroner’s report, released Friday, said that sleep apnea and fatty build up in her arteries were also contributors – yeah…and taking friggin’ heroin, ecstasy and cocaine at 60.

Fisher had a long and well documented struggle with drugs and mental illness. She’d written books about, performed one woman shows, endless talk show appearances. Near the end of her life it seemed she’d turned a corner. Ultimately, it was a habit she was simply unable to kick. Her father was also a famous addict…though he was able to make it to his eighties before dropping dead. It’s too bad. She seemed like a good egg, quick witted…honest. She was a talented woman, especially for being a huge nepotism beneficiary. Her acting was one-note but competent, as an author she was a poor woman’s Nora Ephron… but that’s perfectly fine. And her show Wishful Drinking was legitimately amusing. Still, what she was really known for was Princess Leia — that and being pretty much of a major fuck up. Of course, she’d be the first to tell you that…or at least she seemed like the type of person to be the first to tell you that.

Following the release of the initial report, Fisher’s daughter, actress Billie Lourd issued a  statement.

“My mom battled drug addiction and mental illness her entire life. She ultimately died of it. She was purposefully open in all of her work about the social stigmas surrounding these diseases. She talked about the shame that torments people and their families confronted by these diseases. I know my Mom, she’d want her death to encourage people to be open about their struggles. Seek help, fight for government funding for mental health programs. Shame and those social stigmas are the enemies of progress to solutions and ultimately a cure. Love you Momby.”

May the force be with you Carrie.

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