June hasn't been a stellar month. I mean, Air France flight 447, swine flu, the pandemonium over the Iranian election results, Farrah Fawcett - talk about turbulent times.
And now, the bell tolls for a true legend: Michael Jackson, the talented [and troubled] King of Pop, died in Los Angeles yesterday at the age of 50.
Although his cause of death is presently unknown [an autopsy is scheduled for June 26] but may most likely be attributed to a cardiac arrest, Jackson leaves one million people scattered over 50 scheduled concerts in London between July 13, 2009 and March 6, 2010 behind, as well as eight siblings of the famous Jackson family, three young children and millions of fans.
Interestingly, when news of his death broke, worldwide Internet traffic surged - enough to slow the web down. The celebrity world is in shock, with icons like Elizabeth Taylor being "too devastated" to talk about the death, Elton John singing tributes to Jacko, and Celine Dion comparing his death to those of Marilyn Monroe and Elvis Presley.
So sad. My thoughts and prayers go out to his family.
As Michael would say: Don't stop 'til you get enough. Or in this case, don't stop 'til your heart gets enough.
[Attached to this post are Michael's body being taken to the coroner's office, as well as the last photo of him taken in an ambulance as paramedics try to resuscitate the singer.]