Well it happened; The King of Pop is dead… Now he can meet up with Elvis (“King of Rock N Roll”), Henry VIII (“King of England”) and Jesus (“King of the Jews”) for a drink down at the pub in heaven. A kingly pub for kingly kings. They’ll probably chortle about the kingly things they did when they were once alive. The only thing is, when they die, they stop being kings… so I guess they’re all ex-kings now. But regardless, they were once kings so it would still be a rather royal occasion.
Back to the point, though, Michael Jackson is indeed dead. It’s been news for the past few days. Honestly, I was surprised. Not because I’m personally effected by his death, but because I wasn’t expecting it. It’s the same sort of surprise you’d have if Obama, Bill Gates or Britney Spears died. Of course it’s terrible, but these people have always been fictional to an extent, so when something normal happens to them (like dying from a heart attack), you feel sort of strange. It’s as if someone just announced that Homer Simpson or Peter Griffin just died, and everyone is suddenly taking it very seriously.
Despite a large number of people (most of whom seem to be jumping on a bandwagon), I’m indifferent about the news. I always have been indifferent on Michael Jackson. I’m not saddened. I’m not relieved. If anything, it’s just given me a chance to play “Which Colour Is Michael Jackson in the Next Video?”, a family game where participants guess which colour Michael Jackson is in the upcoming video and place bets. It’s entertaining and passes the time. In fact, I can probably see it being made into a “Buzz“-style PlayStation game in the inevitable future, or one of those crappy “Guess the Theme Tune” style DVD games where you’re played an endless onslaught of theme tunes, such as James Bond and Doctor Who, and have to guess them. You mark my words… Coming to a toy store near you this summer.
