DEATH, TAXES STILL REMAIN INEVITABLE

Norman Whitfield might be spending a spot of time today trying to flog stuff from a small table in his front yard as he gets to work trying to settle his massive tax bill. The IRS had claimed that Norman had been hiding his songwriting royalties from them for four years - presumably they'd heard that through the grapevine (I know, I know, we're killing you here) - and to avoid a spell in chokey, Whitfield had pleaded guilty, accepted home confinement for six months, and agreed to hand a million bucks over to the tax people.

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