Everyone seems fascinated with the public demonstrations relating to Michael Jackson's death…and by the way, aren't we about due for a serious round of rumors that he faked his death and is really living on a ranch somewhere with Elvis, Andy Kaufman and several people who owe me money?
David K. M. Klaus just sent out an e-mail to a couple of us that read…
With regard to the death of pop superstar Michael Jackson, the New York Times reported: "In Los Angeles, hundreds of fans — some chanting Mr. Jackson's name, some doing the 'Thriller' dance — descended on the hospital and on the hillside house where he was staying."
So, outside the house in which he was stricken, and the hospital where he was pronounced dead, his fans were dancing the dance he created for his role as a zombie, an undead creature come back to a shambling semblance of life, which had climbed out of its grave. Even setting aside the poor taste, that's way too creepy for me.
And me…although in fairness, it's not like Michael never creeped anyone out. Meanwhile, as many have e-mailed me, fans of Michael Jackson are holding candlelight vigils and placing flowers on a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame that bears his name. The problem is they're worshipping at the star of the wrong Michael Jackson.