Slutty Jean Kasem: The Trophy Wife with her own BOY TOY

Casey Kasem might be rolling over in his grave. If he remembers how.

The late disc jockey who suffered from Alzheimer's was not only delusional in his last days, he was apparently delusional when he married his giant Barbie doll trophy wife Jean.

We've seen middle-aged trolls like Casey Kasem make fools of themselves time and again.

They pose, grinning through their false teeth, trying to convince the world they're desirable studs.

Everyone laughs and wonders if Miss Barbie Doll is seeing some guy on the side, or actually being patient and waiting for her geriatric hubby to just plain drop dead.

Jean Kasem apparently couldn't wait. NOW it comes out that she had a boy toy stashed in her Malibu condo for at least two years. From press reports:

"A neighbor at the luxury, 10-unit building overlooking the Pacific confirmed that a man named John Paul (JP) Gressy is now living in the 450 square-foot condo that the Kasems have owned for many years. A maid who answered the door to the Kasems' condo also confirmed that Gressy lives there."

The lawyer for one of Casey's concerned daughters filed papers in court: "Mrs. Kasem has been lying to Mr. Kasem for at least two years, telling him that they are divorced. What possible motive could Mrs. Kasem have for such cruelty. Perhaps the younger gentleman that is staying at the Malibu house and driving Mr. Kasem’s car could answer that question for us."

Then there's the question of Miss Barbie Doll hauling Casey's half-dead carcass around to keep the daughters from checking on his treatment. Doctors say that stuff could've killed the guy. Anyone think it might not have hastened his death?

Perhaps if easy goin' Casey was able to climb back out of his grave for one last broadcast, he'd tell the world: "Look, she made me feel young. And tall. And handsome. Staring at her face and body, I thought I was actually her match, and not just some clueless rich Arab with a condescending voice and a load of sentimental corn that I'd spit into a microphone."

Jean Kasem was probably doing a "Top 40" countdown the moment she married the guy...and figuring it wouldn't take too many years before she had the money and the boy toy and all the fame her little flinty heart desired.