When Michael Jackson died the world let out a gasp.
Some did so out of a profound sadness, some out of shock, and some just because now their wee sons could go outside unattended.
Not long after, people started worrying about Jackson’s estate. Who would get his Beatles rights? Who’d inherit the dusty set of Captain EO - and what was to happen to his pickled penis?
We heard it’s had kind of a dill/vinegar wrap on since he was twelve.
It ends up the will that made such material designations – according to Randy Jackson – it has a forged signature.
