King of Pop.

Dear,

My beloved King of Pop.

I hope you’re all the way in heaven, already. I don’t understand why people is speculating you at the moment. They have been saying, “Rest in Peace, Michael Jackson,” but no! They just can’t leave you alone. Those sick people are still trying to dig more and more stories about you. Yeah, to them, Michael Story = Media Story. The more secrets they uncover, they’re talking about big money.

We should “Heal the World”, according to you. But as far as I’m concern, the world is devastated. The wounds you healed are torn apart once again. I pity you. Because you’ve put all your hard work in “Heal the World” organization but those sweat you teared, nothing much is developing.

I’ve been waiting for your updates for the past 4 days. I am very unhappy when your family decided to put you on a public view this Friday. You should be six feet under 5 days ago, but then, you’re still here, with us. I know some people just can’t seem to let you go, but I think, its better off that way. You need your happiness too.

And plus, I don’t get why your family wants to do the private second autopsy on you. You’ve suffered enough. They’re still taking you for granted. They still want to make money out of you. They still hope that you will produce them money even though you’re dead.

You, King of Pop, are not physically fit to actually perform for this mad ass comeback tour marathon. It is ridiculous. Your autopsy shows that you have a stupid physician, you have not been eating well, and you have few broken ribs. You can barely speak, how on earth are you going to sing. Sometimes you just need to be selfish. You just have to. Those people around you, they’re making money out of you. Even when you die.

I pity your kids. They use to be mother-less. Now they are father-less. And I don’t understand why Debbie wants to make such remark about your life and hers last time. Claiming that Prince and Paris are not your children, which is stupid. What’s the point of telling if you she doesn’t even want the kids? I find that ridiculous. She should’ve just kept quiet, or if she wants to clear the air, keep it in between the family members in private. She don’t have to hold a Press Conference and tell the whole world about what you’ve gone through.

Tonight, there will be a tribute to you at the place I sing once in awhile, Gloria Jeans. I’m planning to sing “The Earth Song” and “I Want You Back”. I wish you could watch me. I know you’ll be there, somewhere up there, maybe in heaven. With Elvis, I suppose?

I salute you.

Good Luck in the afterlife,

Your fan.