Michael Jackson is not dead!

His "death" is just one of his practical jokes, as well as all the surreal stories concerning his nose, skin, hair, thumb, middle-finger nail, cells etc. He's a kind of a God and mortals can only love or hate him. In a more or less immaginative manner.

He's just hiding for a while, tired of the show. Well... his "death" is a show, one of his best. But he will surely come back, under a different name, with a different look and will direct a brand new show for mortals.

I know Mike, it's strange to be yourself.

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