Everyone at the moment of death finds equality and truth.
We all face the scrutiny of truth telling after our appointment is met with the custodian of the pearly gates or the new supervisor at the ash less furnace of hell.
You know, did you hear, I heard that, look at what I found in the strong box.
Michael Jackson on the other hand, had his naivety, perceived perversions and pain overly exposed on the television screen and the printed press for his and my entire lifetime, 40 plus years.
Yes, I remember the Afro and the dark brown skin, and watched him confess to the world on Oprah Winfrey that he had not dyed his skin, but was suffering from a rare skin disease that was systematically robbing him of his ebony pigmentation.
After several decades of Michael Jackson carving up his skin to look like, whatever, I had little if any sympathy for a skin condition developed by mad plastic surgery and or a hereditary gene deficiency?
Michael Jackson’s autopsy has revealed that the singer died of an acute propofol intoxication, his body was severely emaciated [5’ 9”, 136 lbs], his hairline was tattooed on, and what little hair he had was attached to a hair weave, and last but not least, he did have a skin disorder called Vitiligo that caused the discoloration of his skin.
I stand informed and corrected, my apologies Michael Jackson, rest in peace.
CNN reports, the coroner’s office produced a 51-page report detailing Michael Jackson’s death and took over sixty- (60) pictures of the pop star during the autopsy procedure. [See autopsy report: The Smoking Gun]
The end is the truth telling for everyone, finally we have equality for all.
