When I heard the news Michael Jackson passed away, I believed it was some practical joke on the internet. But when I arrived to the UCLA medical center and saw all of the people outside holding signs and moping around the Westwood area of LA, reality started to seep in. Damn. Michael Jackson is dead? Often referred to as the "King of Pop" Jackson's persona was so much larger than life that dying from cardiac arrest in a million-dollar mansion seemed too normal a fate for him. I would have expected him to meet his demise at the hands of some exotic animal, or on a space mission gone wrong, or from something fantastic like a time travelling accident.