Of course though he did get himself into a lot of shit, which he couldn't really recover from. We've all seen the clip of him dangling his kid out of a window. Yes, that was fucked up... but there's more. He all know he tried to change his skin colour and he took the concept of never growing up a little too seriously.
See the thing that bites my grapes the most, is that ever since he passed away, all we hear is "May He Finally Rest in Peace," or "Long Live the King." These comments are coming from the same people who for years had called him "Wacko Jacko," or made comments about his nose, or about the accusations of him being a paedophile. I made those jokes occasionally too, but I've never tried to take them back, or pretend like they didn't happen. I feel bad that he's gone, and for how his kids must feel but, I refuse to take back what I've ever said (oh and if you're wondering, I was never really a hater, but the jokes were kind of infectious if you get what I mean.)
It's like as soon as he dies, eighty percent of the people who had ridiculed him, now are the ones who scold someone who says a joke or something off colour about him. This is truly a case of people hopping on the bandwagon as if it were Noah's Arc.
Lost in all of this, was the death of Farrah Fawcett. Remembered by most as being a super hot actress (notably she was one of the original Charlie's Angels,) back in the day. In my opinion she was a pretty classy lady. When most people moan about a small scratch or putting on an extra pound, Farrah always seemed to have on a brave face, while all the while dealing with her cancer.
Basically, all I want to get across is that people really need to listen to clichés like "you'll miss me when I'm gone," because people seem to forget how at any moment life can be taken away. Then it's too late. Your apologies are never heard, and it's too late to make a difference.
R.I.P
Farrah Fawcett
and
Michael Jackson
and
Michael Jackson
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