What If We Never Find Out What Happened to Ronni Chasen?

The Ronni Chasen thing is so out of hand. It’s unfortunate that her rather remarkable life — a lovely person; not a rare thing in this world, until you know that she was a Hollywood publicist — is being eclipsed by the matter of her murder. Now, two weeks on, everyone is left to chase not only the extremely bizarre shooting but now the confusing (from the outside, at least) police investigation. For those not paying attention, at a bit after midnight on November 16, at Whittier Dr. and Sunset in Beverly Hills, Chasen was shot at five times while in her car and hit three times. (Not through the windshield, but through the passenger window — and the driver’s side airbag had gone off, though presumably after the shooting, when (presumably) the right front of the car hit a lamppost.) And so then this week the police went to visit a man, described as not a “suspect,” but who was supposedly fingered by viewers of “America’s Most Wanted.” The man shot himself in the head in the presence of the police. And so now? The folks at the Daily Beast think he’s a red herring pretty much.

And while we wait, we’re forced to examine Chasen’s 1994 will

, which isn’t even her most recent, apparently.

Amazing:

In that document, Chasen explicitly snubbed her niece Jill Gatsby, whom she “intentionally and with full knowledge of the consequences” left $10. When The Daily Beast reached Gatsby by telephone on Thursday, she laughed at the notion that her aunt had left her such a paltry sum. “Whatever — Ronni was a funny person,” she said, and, when asked to elaborate, laughed even harder. “Ronni would hate it if I was talking to the press!” she said. And then she hung up.

As in all such situations, the state of not knowing anything is surely torturous for her friends. It’s that thing all people have, where the lack of sense-making becomes an itch that you just can’t scratch.