What, Too Soon? I Can't Believe I Took So Long

So, there’s going to be an unseemly outpouring of love for a weird old child molester (alleged) who had some catchy tunes. I get that. But what’s really got me spooked is that two days ago, my colleagues and I got into one of those strange places on the net when one of us asked, “Whatever happened to Bubbles?”

If you go looking for the whereabouts of Michael Jackson’s chimp, you will see a lot of articles claiming that he had been taken to a special institution after attempting suicide. That really tickled me. How did Bubbles the chimp attempt suicide? Was it Michael Hutchence style with a belt over the back of the hotel door? Did he try and dive his two seater Cessna into an apartment block but was talked down by air-traffic control? I need to know more.

Anyway, I’m currently working on joke that operates off the same principles as the Diana/Mother Teresa one. Something along the lines of,

“…. And then St Peter addresses the two of them and asks, “Ok, but who's the overly tanned, strange looking white lady with you?” and Farrah Fawcett points at Michael and says, “Hey, that’s no way to talk about the King of Pop!”