On Friday morning you could hear the words being repeated around the playground as friends met friends and said “Did you hear? Michael Jackson’s dead! The King of Pop’s dead!”
I commented to my kids that it was a lot like when Elvis died and then heard a ripple of whispers spread outward:
“Elvis?” “Elvis!” “But wasn’t he already dead?”
In the afternoon, Sasha was practicising her MJ dance moves in a mournful sort of way, and then brightened.
S: At least there’s one good thing. Now I won’t be scared that Michael Jackson is going to come to my house and murder me.
Me: …why were you worried about that?
S: Oh, because we saw the video for ‘Thriller’ a few weeks ago, and he turns into a freaky zombie.
As for me, I just keep getting songs from Off The Wall (always liked it better than Thriller) stuck in my head and feeling quite sad.