Tickets To A Funeral. What?

Where were all of the celebrity kudos for MJ, and sweet memories and lovely stories and praises and adoring friends and family when he was alive and needed the support? Where were they during his trials, his mismanagement, poor choices, wrong directions, desperate cries and probable indiscretions?

Not many things worse than a cowardice friend that disappears and takes cover when times are tough, except for those that magically pop up smiling when it's all done. I despise shallow, phony, self-promoting, self-servicing, weak, spineless leeches. Too late to step up now, losers.

You can't change or correct death. Best to stay in the shadows, but no, profit can be made, another chance to shine the spotlight on yourself, another chance to attach to the coat tails of a fallen buddy. Shame on Hollywood as usual. Where there's a stage, actors pretend. Ticket please. No thanks.