The King of Pop is dead.

If you ever put the thriller album on and jumped around your room, or wore a fedora and did a nice hip thrust into a knee kick out. If you've ever stood in front of the student body at a highschool and did the smooth criminal dance. If you've ever made a reference to that 'really creepy thriller video about the couple at makeout lane' when parked on the top of a hill with your sweat heart and if you've ever loved the music of Michael Jackson, today is the day to mourn. For the King of Pop has died.

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