The Buzzards Are Still Feasting on Michael Jackson
The second Michael Jackson croaked, I predicted that the exploitation of his death would surpass anything seen on Animal Planet.
Sure enough, Joe Jackson was hawking his new record label before the body was even cold.
A televised memorial had a bunch of all-stars singing and remembering for a mass audience.
Jermaine started planning a whole other tribute concert for Vienna, only postponing it when the lineup looked less than stellar.
The movie This Is It--consisting of Michael's last rehearsal footage--was frantically scrapped together for mass release.
And Michael's spiriual advisor, Rabbi Shmuley Boteach, released The Michael Jackson Tapes, claiming that Michael wanted it to be published--though I'm not sure why that had to happen the second he transitioned.
I also doubt that Michael would have loved the subtitle A Tragic Icon Reveals His Soul in Intimate Conversation, though I must say the book is absorbing stuff about how Shmuley tried to teach the superstar real values that would get him out of his hook-ed-on-fame depressions and recurring bouts of low self-esteem.
So of all the gross bits of exploitation, I guess this one's the best. Enjoy!