Just when it’s nearing that time where it would probably be a good idea to stop talking about Michael Jackson, I wanna talk about it. You know how in other countries or cultures that may seem foreign to you, people do different things to mourn or dispose of their dead? Like they put them on wooden planks, set fire to them, and push them off into water. Or they maybe wrap them in grape leaves and bury them under a pot of gold or something. Apparently in the US the thing to do with dead people is first make fun of them nearly their whole lives, and then when they finally do die, throw their haggard bones into a gold casket, roll it onto a stage under bright lights, and sing songs to it. If you were not able to sing songs to Michael Jackson’s corpse in person yesterday, you can do so here. I don't even care about long-distance charges, I’ve done it four times today and now I feel super American. OK, now it's really time to shut up about him.