In the aftermath of Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett

Michael Jackson’s distinct face makes his last appearance on the cover of newspapers and magazines around the world: his delicate white skin, black curls hanging decoratively from his forehead; aviator glasses covering his eyes and a shy smile.
Whatever generation we belong to, at least one of his songs strikes a familiar chord, a memory of a night out trying to copy his moonwalk, high-school dreams of 1980s America, youthful excitement for the good times to come, enjoying life, wanting to be just as cool as him...
There are many people out there at this moment who are feeling a great loss, despite having never met him in person. Those (celebrity friends) ones lucky to have known him express their sadness and grief. He was unique and his star will always shine. Perhaps more now than ever.
I am wondering whether his comeback tour would have been received that well; whether he could have managed to re-invent himself as the great Michael Jackson he once was and the media raved about.
Only a few months ago I remember coming across a picture of him on the internet. It left me somehow disturbed and disappointed. He became a spitting image of himself, a caricature. What happened to the wonderful freaky Michael Jackson jumping around dressed in his trademark white socks and leather moccasins while grabbing his crotch and breathing out the lyrics in his unmistakably high-pitched voice. But his star had faded. The glow once to be found in his eyes had been missing.
I could never understand his marriages to Elvis Presley’s daughter and Debbie Rowe, who gave birth to his two sons. For some reason I could never imagine Michael Jackson as husband or father. Not because he would not have had the potential to love and care but because he was this "figure", beyond androgynous, that slowly seemed to take over the real person, whoever Michael Jackson was, if that ever mattered? Unfortunately I never had the chance to meet him, so I can only speculate.
There was always an air of "elusiveness" and "unreal" about his character, his appearance, which becomes more present now that he is gone. But there was also a gentleness reflecting from his character, that one could see imprinted on his face. He was fragile like a child.
I really wish that he will finally find what he was looking and longing for.
For the last two days millions of people, who don’t know each other, and celebrities who don’t know all these millions scattered around the world share similar thoughts - although just for a moment.
While his fans might question over and over again who this person was and why he was the way he was (in public), grieving Hollywood celebrities might have just received a reminder about the one thing, that does not have respect of fame, talent and money. Another thought goes out to Farrah Fawcett, a charismatic and brave actress and woman all along.

BAD: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MFcFsVJ0nsM&NR=1