I posted this as a Facebook comment. Strangely, it seems to have been appreciated...

"So Jacko's dead? So what? He was weird (and this is someone weird saying this!), he shuffled around a bit to music he never wrote... Oh wait, he was rich, marketable even when in court & broke (I do realise the contradiction with the previous), etc. I hope I'll hear less of him dead than living. A bit like George Best & Princess Di... :-/"

What really made me laugh was the half a quote I heard that started "MJ was the first person of colour..." Yeah? Really? So why did the sad bastard spend all of his adult life trying to be white?

My annoyance isn't about his colour or his race; it's about his *denial*. He tried to be something that he wasn't. Not something he could have been; something he never was & couldn't have been. I do realise I'll probably get jumped on for that remark, as a lot of you won't see what I'm getting at; some of you will. In his case, the manifestation was (visibly, at least) trying to bleach his skin, change his face. At heart, it was running away from himself. Pathetic, in the original non-derogatory sense of pathos.

I've always felt rather sorry for him, alongside not being a fan of his music & not being interested in him. I'll metaphorically bury my head in the sand for the next couple of weeks until he goes away. After that, he'll be "Michael who? Oh, he was someone or other. He didn't change the world, did he..."