So MJ's memorial service has just wound up and no doubt we will see replays for much time to come.
But you know? I just can't seem to rule out him doing a Bobby Ewing and turning up in the shower.
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2 comments:
Oh hell no girlfriend. I remember when Elvis carked it, and there are still people blubbering on about that.
Both MJ and Elvis just creep me the hell right out, and all those people who are now defending him were the same ones slagging me off for getting all weepy at Princess Di (wasn't she lovely) so I have zero sympathy.
Time to move on to the next dead celebrity.
I nominate either Lindsay Lohan or Paris Hilton.
Or Anna Nicole Smith, oh, hang on....
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