It Never Ends, Does It? - Tribute to the King of Pop

Goodbye, Mike.

It's begining all over again. His life was a circus toward the end and even in death, we won't leave him alone. Our favourite saga, our passtime. It never ends, does it?

Crazy folks crashing to conclusions, bumbling fools saying hurtful things on the pages of the newspapers. Regular hacks claiming knowledge. Hangers-on with claims to fame by association sprouting nonsense on breakfast tv shows.

''It's drugs!''
''Over medication!''
Even,
"Endangered specie, creature"

(as if he was no longer human!)
'' The bleaching had made him weak'' (can you believe this?)
We just can't let the coroner write the last few pages, can we?

Even if one or all of these or - some other hackneyed reason - were to account for his sudden pass, can we at least for the sake of our own humanity, have respect for the dead?

Certainly, whatever we say now can't hurt him no more. He's beyond our reproach now and thankfully, his legacy is beyond controversy; his impact befitting enough a monument as any grand mousoleum the mind may conceive to erect in his honour.

But what about his children, his aged, long-suffering mother and his siblings? Poor souls!

Aren't these people closer, dearer to him and he to them than we are?

Didn't they hurt when he was alive? Remember his poor mother standing still by her son even through his child molestation trials!

Aren't they hurting right now for the loss of a father, a son, and a brother?



Wouldn't they hurt more now and in future for the things being said right now?

Wouldn't it be better to let them and millions of fans who care about man mourn in peace?

If we were them wouldn't we want the same?

For the sake of ourselves, let's respect the dead.

Goodbye and goodnight Mike.