With Michael Jackson's recent death, it seems like everyone is eulogizing him to be some sainted artist, destined for the ages, and ignore the numerous child molestation charges, plastic surgery addiction, bizarre personal life, child endangerment, and everything else he did.
The man didn't record a decent song in 20 years, his face looked like it was pecked at by crows, and he repeatedly admitted to wanting to have numerous young children sleep in his bed. But suddenly, he's everyone's favourite artist, and all the scandal is whitewashed because he's dead. I've never understood that. Why is it that when a person dies, people always talk about what a great person they were, even when they were terrible?
I remember reading this and thought it was the first time I'd ever seen an honest obit. I remember an ex of my sister died of a drug overdose a while back, and what I remember of him he was a complete douchebag - did drugs every day, treated my sister like crap, ditched her for drugs repeatedly, and yet when he died all my sister could say was how he was such a great guy, was so fantastic, blah blah blah. No, he was a loser drug dealer and is dead because he was a loser drug dealer. Big fucking surprise.
I don't get it. Some people are bad people, and being dead doesn't make them less bad, it just means that they're done hurting people.
If any other man had died with as much of a record of suspected child abuse, everyone would be saying thank god he's dead, but because the guy recorded a few songs, suddenly he's the hero of the decade. Seems pretty hypocritical to me.
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