I remember muttering "Come on, wake up" every time the camera zoomed in on the coffin, willing the King of Pop to jump out and yell "Fooled Yaahh!", until finally I realized that this was really it.
The speeches were warm and the music was incredible. The world was at it's feet today, raising a toast to the man who had given it the divine gift of music for an incredible decade.
And as I saw the millions of people remembering this extraordinary man, I couldn't help but wish for a similar goodbye. Michael's life was so worthwhile, and I'm going to try my hardest to make mine worthwhile too. Otherwise, there's no point to life.. is there?



Then came the movie.
