On Michael Jackson

[mapsedge]

You didn't think I'd pass this one by, did you?

I'm not sad. I'm not especially happy. The freak show is over, folks. His children may now have the opportunity to lead normal lives, and for that I'm glad. I don't have to view the sickness on all the news channels every time he makes an incoherent speech or moonwalks to the screams of girls who weren't even born when being the "King of Pop" actually meant something.

This isn't the interesting part, btw. Death is death: pedestrian, prosaic, Jackson went out on a gurney under a white sheet like everyone else*.

No. The interesting part happens when they crack open the secret vaults and point their LED flashlights and Alternate Light Sources into the guarded corners and discarded bedsheets of his life. Whether we find exoneration for him or vindication for us, that's what's going to be interesting.

Geraldo, would you mind a visit to Neverland? We could really use you, right now, and you can make up for that Al Capone's safe-thing from years back.

Watch EBay, folks. There's gonna be some shit up there real soon, if not already. Got a copy of Thriller on vinyl? Still in the plastic from the record store? You just won the lottery. Remember the scene in A Christmas Charole, where the charwoman and housemaid take Scrooge's belongings to Old Joe, the pawnbroker? "They're still warm," remember that..?

For Sale: the actual coroner's shroud that covered our beloved Michael Jackson, the K of P, as he was helicoptered to the morgue. Urine and sweat stained. Comes with certificate of authenticity, signed by the Los Angeles County Coroner. Starting bid: $1.5 million dollars.

For my part, I'm ready to move on. There's one less pedophile in the world, and I'm okay with that.



* His decomposition, which started visibly several years ago, will happen faster than most, I'm sure, without cosmetics and surgery to hold it at bay.

Comments

[juliegocrazy.livejournal.com]

I couldn't agree more! Well said.

[sablessam.livejournal.com]

I agree that the feeding frenzy on the media outlets will be nuts for the next few days ... but eventually, this too shall pass. I'm sure my Thriller and Off the Wall have gone up in value. But no matter what he may have achieved in life, or stooped to in life, there is still the question: "Do you want to roll the body or stuff the bag under the body?"
Having grown up around the mortuary sciences, it's hard to forget that we are all the same pile of chemical compounds. We're just put together in different configurations.
PS ... I wonder about decomp ... with all that plastic?