In the last couple of days we have lost three legends: Ed McMahon, Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson.

I never really followed Farrah Fawcett’s career, but I had a big ol’ childhood soft spot for Ed McMahon and, obviously, I was a fan of Michael Jackson.  I watched his concert specials on HBO.  I danced to his music in my bedroom.  His videos were some of the first I ever saw.  I have vivid memories of sitting in my room and watching the Billy Jean video on my tiny black and white television set.  I own the DVD of his #1 videos.  Okay, I do not know where it is right now, but I know that I own it.

I will admit that this afternoon, after the Coroner confirmed his death that I sat on my couch and shed quite a few tears.  It wasn’t a sob fest or anything but it was definitely more than a sniffle.

Some of my tears come from the staggering amount of cruel and crude remarks being made about him.  Yeah, okay, he earned his “Wacko Jacko” nickname.   And yeah, the last decade and a half or so of his life was surrounded with gross and sludgy controversy.  But that does not mean that his entire life was a joke.  The sum of a man’s life should not be based solely upon a fraction of his years on this planet. For God’s sake, look at all of the good he did while he was alive.  Have you forgotten We Are the World and all that it inspired?  Show some effing respect for Chrissake.

I hope that, wherever he is right now, he is at peace.  If there is a Heaven, I truly hope that he is in it.

And Farrah and Ed too.

Heyyo!