MJ (still) yummy @ death

After passing away last June 25, 2009, and laying dead above the ground for an unholy number of days, Michael Jackson is finally laid to rest.

NOT.

What could have been (?) a solemn private funeral turned out to be a star-studded concert event. From Stevie Wonder to Mariah Carey to Jennifer Hudson, from Magic Johnson to Kobe Bryant, sooo many celebrities crowded the occasion that it was the "in" thing whether you're a Jackson fan or not.

THIS has got to be the most humongous funeral ever.

In case you missed it, you can check out the highlights at CNN. I'm sure you would. Millions of others, including myself, devoured the news coverage over and over again like crazy.

After this will come more speculations on how he really died. And was he really a pedophile? He had left unanswered questions, so many to feed thousands upon thousands of future newspaper articles and casual chitchats.

Perhaps not everything will be left to assumption. Maybe his kids will speak up more on their father now that he has passed away. Paris Jackson probably started it when she spoke, unmasked, before millions of people at the final, most touching point of the memorial:


* video from brandokelly
I must admit: I was moved to tears. Even I have been hooked on the Jackson death fever ever since it began, and I'm not a Jackson fan, so that must mean something. I began listening to his songs more. I learned that some of the songs I'm familiar with, like "Scream," "You are not Alone" and "They Don't Care About Us," were actually sung by him! Very, very much to my surprise.

Michael Jackson was fantastic. He had grown and died under the paparazzi's lens and behind curtains, tinted windows and surgical masks. He was an ironic mixture of fame and mystery; and for that reason, we are continuously drawn towards him.

We continuously query the Internet for his name. We flock blogs and forums, with our seemingly insatiable hunger for sympathy and debate on all things Michael Jackson. Admit it or not, we relish every emotion we have of his demise -- whether it's the pain of loss, or the heat of indignation, or the joy of good riddance.

And we're not gonna stop, not for all the calls that we ourselves make to give him the privacy that he had always longed for. No way. His life is just too delicious to let go. His death -- dare I say it -- almost orgasmic.

The attention that Michael Jackson had both loved and hated is not stopping at his funeral. He has not been laid to rest yet, and may not be for many years to come.

* Michael Jackson statue photo from Sjors Provoost, taken from Wikipedia