This is the Frankenstein Syndrome. In the quest to create a public persona conducive to "getting that next acting job" more often than not a monster is the result -- a twisted distorted caricature of a life. Such a life can be a nice place to visit on payday, but who would want to live there?

We have a solution.

If, on the other hand, you can't shed the plentitude of hanger-ons and co-dependent fellow stars just step out of your shoes. It's as simple as that.

Is there life after fame?

Give us a call. We have councilors standing by. We can arrange a private retreat where it's possible for you to put the pieces back together and ask the all important question: "Is this the life I want to die with?"

Should you decide that you would rather take another running start at it, we can help arrange a transition. Our predeath-afterfame councilors are here to help.