Unresponsive and dressed in a hospital gown, her body was found on the sidewalk in front of what is now an Aston Martin dealership. Perhaps she stepped out of the rehabilitation center next door only to collapse under the prurient stares of the Vantages and DB-something-or-others in the dealership window. No one knows. No one even knows her name. It is, all in all, a strange place to die, but death has no qualms about such things. God, I wish I could at least call her by her name. You can comb through what little information we have about this…