Ultimately felled by the malignant slander of those greedy for gossip or gold, Michael Jackson passed away yesterday afternoon. The cause of death has been given as coronary failure.
For years now, he has been the punchline of gaudy jokes, and the cause of many a shaken head. I would be lying if I pretended that I never found humour in his tragic story, nor concern in the tales of his odd behaviour. But I would also be lying were I to pretend that I ever suspected him of the rank crimes of which he was accused.
His music has been an inspiration and his downfall a sad and cautionary tale. May he rest in peace, with his broken heart.

Echoes from the Ether: