MJ Omelette

It's really something the way the world seemed to stop for a few days after Michael Jackson died. It quickly became apparent that EVERYONE gave a shit about him, on a level I couldn't have predicted because all I ever heard were cruel jokes and guffaws when I spoke of my own super-fandom. And in the media maelstrom of tributes, retrospectives, op-eds, top tens and unforgiving, sensationalistic news updates, it's obvious that the public will stop at nothing to find out everything about one of the most controversial, enigmatic human beings we've never known.

But why does anything else about him matter? No one would have ever cared about the guy if it weren't for his music. It's safe to say that MJ concocted the most universally timeless music since Bach and Beethoven. Take away the music from the man and all he had left was a life people loved to ridicule over a few beers. It's also safe to say that at 50, his creative streak had probably long dried up, but who cares? What Michael Jackson already made is written in stone.