Ed McMahon, Farrah Fawcett, Michael Jackson, Gail Storms, Billy Mays and Fred Travalena.

No, not Fred, too!

Seriously, since when did the stairway to heaven become an escalator?

I’ve been hip deep at work posting obit updates, cause of death statements and cropping photos of crying fans. I allowed my eyes to cloud over when when a colleague filed a remembrance piece on Michael.  Sniff.

Yesterday I finally got the chance to think about how I felt about them all, but especially Michael. Sure, I watched Ed for years and wanted Farrah’s hair, but I’m very conflicted about Michael. The highs, the lows, the molestation charges, the general weirdness.

And then I went on iTunes and started downloading music. And that’s what I’m choosing to focus on. “Got to be There,” “Billie Jean,” “Off the Wall,” etc .. all brilliant. Would he have comeback strong with the London concerts? We’ll never know, but he’s left us a lot to listen to.