Are Celebrity Deaths Really Upsetting?

In case you hadn't heard, last week, some music icon, who went by the name of Michael Jackson, or MJ to his fans, died from a drug overdose, or a heart attack, or faked his own death to avoid bankruptcy, or whichever conspiracy theory you want to speculate, and the whole world, including North Korea, went into a tailspin, unable to grasp the reality that the King of Pop was dead. Reports went so far as to indicate that there were 12 otherwise stable individuals who ended up killing themselves so as not to face the harsh reality that their moral compas and mental stability was no longer apart of their lives. And while even I, myself, have stayed locked in my room (though for completely other reasons), I still can't seem to understand why anyone cares. I mean, how was this guy so special anyway? Because he could sing? I can sing.

Okay, I can't sing. My YouTube vid, and all the comments that go with it, is proof of that. But what is with everybody's infatuation over this guy. Sure, he brought the moonwalk to the states, a dance move that's even cooler than the Macarena (if that's even possible). And sure, he taught us to embrace all of our inner ethnicities, and that yes... plastics are possible.

But I never met him... and neither have all but a select few. Yet, when watching interviews with fans, one can't help but notice the grief and pain that these people are going through. You have to feel sorry for them, you really do. Not because they've lost someone special, but because they are so far removed from reality that they think they have.

I am not venting. I actually don't really care why people feel the way they do. But I am trying to see what others feel, so please comment, and let me know what the big deal is.