As shocking and sad as Michael Jackson’s death obviously was, at least one good thing has emerged from it.
Joe Jackson. Barmy old mad-eyed Joe Jackson. He’s just exceptional value as a human being. Whether he’s skulking around in the immediate aftermath of Michael Jackson’s death trying to promote CDs to the nearest camera crew or claiming that Michael’s estate needs to pay him $20,000 a month to cover his food and rent outgoings, Joe Jackson has been nothing less than a shining model of everything that’s brilliant about humanity.
Obviously since there’s just over a week to go until the first anniversary of Michael Jackson’s death, Joe Jackson will no doubt keep himself to himself for the foreseeable… oh, no, our mistake – he’s just said that Michael’s death was all the fault of his wife Katherine Jackson. Whoops.
Burying Michael Jackson isn’t like burying a normal person. It’s fraught with numerous difficulties.
Michael Jackson’s death is such a drag. True, he’s have a huge tribute show in September and a film out in October.
In his lifetime, Michael Jackson flourished in all mediums – music, films about gay-looking scarecrows.
When people talk about Michael Jackson now, it tends to be about boring stuff like the well-being of his children.
He’s died, had his brain lopped off and been sung at by a 12-year-old, but it’s hard to let Michael Jackson go.
While the authorities try to untangle Michael Jackson’s mess of finances and genetics, one question remains.
If there’s one lesson to take from Michael Jackson’s death, it’s this – never tell your dermatologist anything.
When Princess Diana died, we did as many British things as we could to keep her memory alive.
Didn’t get tickets to see Michael Jackson perform this summer? Never mind – the next best thing happens tomorrow.