Commercial Break: Can you spell 'lethal dose'?
So it seems as though Michael Jackson is definitely dead. There’s been a picture of his corpse in the papers. Definitely dead. Not living a secret life in the Far East or anything. Dead. Let the belated mourning commence.
But let’s not dwell on the bad stuff. Let’s look back and remember Michael in his most familiar guise – as a cocky child, flogging alphabetical breakfast cereals to a mesmerised America. If only Doctor Conrad had prescribed him with letter-shaped sleeping pills, Michael might have spent more time arranging them into words instead of wolfing them down like an Alsatian at a bowl of gravy.
RIP Wackson Jackson.