Pop goes the King

The death of Michael Jackson makes me sad for the following reasons:

- it has completely over-shadowed Farrah and she had anal cancer ... dude ... all that only to get busted out as top story
- who can fill the tabloids like he could? the virtual wealth, the baby dropping, Prince Michael, Paris Michael and Prince Michael II (aka "Blanket"). Come on, there's no one to take his place, not even Jon and Kate or any of the Housewives rolled together
- his death is referred to on every news story/news cast as "The King of Pop has died today," which means that, yes, when Madonna goes one day we will have to hear "The Material Girl was 87 when she..."
- who gets the Jeff Koons sculpture of Bubbles? And what about 50% of the Beatles songs?
- the movie channels will be playing "The Wiz" all weekend now and I'll never get "Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough" out of my head
- who had him picked in the third star pool? nobody.
- will this create an even bigger spectacle of public mourning than the death of Princess Di?

I just feel as though there's now this void in the world, sucked clean of the phrase "Wacko Jacko".

It is a sad day.