Davt's wonderful epigram reminds me of these lyrics:
At the record company meeting
On their hands - a dead star
And oh, the plans they weave
And oh, the sickening greed
At the record company party
On their hands - a dead star
The sycophantic slags all say :
"I knew him first, and I knew him well"
Re-issue ! Re-package ! Re-package !
Re-evaluate the songs
Double-pack with a photograph
Extra Track (and a tacky badge)...
Best of ! Most of !
Satiate the need
Slip them into different sleeves !
Buy both, and feel deceived
-The Smiths, PAINT A VULGAR PICTURE
Not that I would accuse anyone of doing such things.