While it’s sad to hear of the death of Michael Jackson, I can’t help thinking that his death probably came at a ‘good’ time for him. Jackson no longer has to deal with any further embarrassments regarding child abuse allegations and a largely dwindling career (despite his upcoming 50 concert London gig, which I suspect he would not have got even halfway through).
The music genius’s death is far enough away from the most recent criminal allegations against him to have improved public perception I think. Good or bad, people forget quickly.
What MJ’s death means is that he doesn’t have to grow old, which I think would have devastated him. Surely for this child-man, old age would have been unbearable.
For me, the real Michael Jackson – the man who wrote pop songs and lyrics and like no other, who created dance moves and routines that dazzled, and who introduced the world to black shoes and white socks – died a long time ago. Now the world can join Jackson, finally, in the mourning of his death.