More than a week after his death, Michaelfest will reach its crescendo with the memorial service at the Staples Center that will have everyone but the Staples Singers on the stage.
As someone who covered Princess Diana’s funeral, I get it. I think. (I suppose Michael Jackson was entertainment royalty, although you never have and never will hear me refer to him as “The K**g of P*p.” I can’t even write it.)
But here’s the one thing I have a hard time getting past (for anyone): the $25,000 gold-plated coffin. It’s the “Promethean” model from the Batesville Casket Company.
I dunno. Maybe it’s because I come from a plain pine box clan.
I could be wrong, but it just seems like such a waste.
Update: I turned on the TV when I woke up this morning, only to hear Meredith Vieira say, “Up next, we’ll visit with Michael’s longtime friend Bubbles the Chimp.” I shut the TV off.
If Bubbles did contribute something valuable to the conversation, I apologize.