Well, I suppose the Onion.com is a reasonable place to consider the death of the "King of Pop".
Given the astonishing abuse of his body through needless drugs and needless surgery, I guess fifty was not too bad an innings, but as usual the po-faced media will glory in the shroud waving: no cliche will be left unstated as the endless recycling of the story of "someone you've heard of dies unexpectedly, relatively young" now allows them to make more sales.
It is not pretty.
I can not make too many deep statements- I suppose his best song was "Billie Jean", which is not exactly a meditation, even if it is a good record. Was he a pervert? On balance probably yes. Was he a victim? On balance, probably yes to this too. Beyond those two questions, and his music, I wonder how many people would really be able to work out what particular message this particular short-ish life gives us.
That we are all mortal? We should really all know that.
Talent does not insulate us from the pain of living? We knew that already too.
Bad parenting can twist you? A message that I hope his orphaned kids do not have to learn: but the lawyers are already circling.
The problem is that, whatever the media may try to pretend, death is not exceptional.
Perhaps the kindest thing we could do is to show compassion to those who are so close to death- try to treat them with respect and dignity.
The problem is that all of us are indeed so close to death that we can touch it.
We just pretend and try to ignore it.