My brother was live-IMing it for me. Said the casket was on some cheap rolling cart thing. I said I thought it wouls be cool if he came out as a zombie and did the Thriller dance with some other undead dancers. Because, honestly, that's how I fondly remember him. Zombie dancing. "Pretending that you already know the answer when you don't is not actually very helpful." ~Migeru.
Wait, I thought the whole world came to a standstill, right?
I didn't see the cart thing - I tuned in a little late. And there was no zombie dance, but the whole Jackson family sat in the front row, each wearing one white sequined glove. Although in what was perhaps a subtle protest, one brother wore it on the opposite hand - I think it was Tito. Maybe we can eventually make language a complete impediment to understanding. -Hobbes
