Michael Jackson, who would not have wanted to be fifty years old anyway, is dead. Let the legend begin.
Now at last people can listen to his music without their consciences being bothered by his relationships with young boys. Dead musicians, like dead authors, are harmless and thus can be reborn guilt-free (unlike dead politicians, who seem to acquire ever more stink the longer they lie in the grave).
But what about "his" children? Their lives have been so bizarre. Is there any hope for them at all?