I kind of grew up listening to his songs -- my mother is such a big fan, she has albums of Michael Jackson up in the CD rack, and we'd listen to them while doing other things. I was a bit worried with my mum's reaction when I came down, but I saw that her eyes were dry.

But then later she told me that she has used maybe a million rolls of tissue to dry her tears, and her tear ducts just ran out of water to pour, so she's stopped. She loved MJ, went to his concert twice when he came here. He's influenced hundreds, millions of people, and has touched lives with his music.

Rest In Peace, Michael Jackson, and don't let the Angels sing to you; sing to them. :b

May you Rock the Heavens Above.