The tributes to his life today sadden me. Why couldn't this have been said about him when he was alive? I'm sure he'd have loved to have heard all the wonderful things that people have said about him today — and yet that only comes out after he's gone. During his life he was "Wacko Jacko"; after his death he's the incredible performer who has been there as long as many of us can remember, and who's provided us with so much fantastic music.
To those who have seen a man's death as an opportunity to crack bad jokes at a tragedy: You sicken me. Show some respect.
He may have been unusual. But he had a hard childhood, a troubled life, and yet he never gave up. Many others have killed themselves for far less strife than he went through. But he just kept trying to make more amazing music for us.
Rest in peace, Michael Jackson.