I suppose that by now, everybody on the planet has heard that Michael Jackson is dead. Even the Japanese WWII holdouts on tiny little pacific islands have heard that the supposed King of Pop has bought the farm.
I'm not a Jackson fan. I was getting into punk rock around the time that Thriller came out and dancing about in parachute pants just didn't appeal to me. But I'm not here to do a musical review.
What if... he's not dead?
What if this is all an ellaborate hoax to kick off his big string of shows in London, perhaps bumping it up to a world tour. He's certainly got a big lift in the record sales department.
Have you seen the body? Why did the family insist on a second autopsy? Is the Governator in on this? The Mayor of LA? The Coroner? All of this has got to be good for California's bottom line.
Maybe Michael is pulling off the greatest comeback of all time (next to Jesus). Think Elvis is not dead...Jim Morrison is not dead...Jimi,Janice. What if one of these drug addled talents had actually come back from the grave...clawing and clutching at the dirt over them until they emerge from the cold earth to dance again...in front of 17,000 emotional fans at the Staple Center in Los Angeles, no less.
Kinda reminds me of a certain video.
UPDATE: Nope, the little boy molesting creep is ACTUALLY dead. Another theory shot to s#!%.