As a doctor, presumably you know when a human is a lost cause. That’s why Dignitas exists, right? And so, if the rumours that Michael Jackson was knocking back Propofol like milk, he probably thought ‘sod it’.
And who can blame him?
During the Moonwalking for Justice trial, it seems that MJ was dying in his bedroom while Dr. Conrad Murray spent 45 minutes on the telephone, calling a cocktail waitress (according to the prosecution). He probably wanted a Long Island Iced Tea or something from doing all that hard work staring at Jackson’s increasingly peculiar face.
The medic has been accused of making five calls to friends and for business purposes after he allegedly administered a 25mg dose of anaesthetic Propofol to the singer at 10.40am on June 25, 2009.
Remember that night? God that was weird wasn’t it? It was Glastonbury weekend and the syphilitic swines in the Somerset mud all heard the typical Dead Sleb rumour and passed off Jackson’s death as a hoax while the rest of us pressed REFRESH on TMZ and more reputable news sources.
Anyway, back to the trial, and the gallery was an autograph hunters’ wet-dream, occupied by Michael’s family – Katherine, Joe, Janet, La Toya, Tito, Randy and Jermaine.
Jackie, Randy and Marlon couldn’t be bothered turning up it would appear.
They all looked on with their surgery enhanced eye-sockets, while the prosecution and defence gave their opening statements in Dr. Murray’s trial yesterday.
They heard a load of boring stuff about the time of this, that and the other… the best bit being that Jackson died so quickly that he didn’t even have time to close his own eyes. That said, you could easily argue that the C. Montgomery Burns of Pop actually had a lackey to do that job for him.
The defence team, meanwhile, are still pointing at Michael’s ghost (as seen on CNN) and mouthing the words “he did it himself. Look at him. He’s a weirdo.’
What we want to know is what the cocktail was like!
The trial/circus continues.
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