I mourn Michael Jackson the entertainer, but not Michael Jackson the, well... you know. Or, rather, I mourn him in a very different way. My arguement has been that, pedophile or not, the guy still did some really crazy stuff. Whether he molested any kids can be debated, but there's certifiable evidence to suggest that he nearly removed his nose, had plans to build a laser-shooting robot of himself in the desert, and wanted to make a leprechaun-based theme park in Ireland--among other things.
It's an odd feeling, though, knowing that my generation will probably be the last to make Michael Jackson Jokes, just as a generation or two before us were the last to appreciate him as a legitimate music artist. He's been entertaining people for years, intentionally and otherwise, and I guess I (and others) assumed he'd become some immortal figure, destined to enrich humor and tabloids forever.
I'm sure I'll think of more to say later once the shock has worn off (wow, Farah Fawcett and now this? One more celeb gone and we'll have a Watchmen-size conspiracy on our hands, hopefully minus the giant squid-monster) but for now, I really just want to play Moonwalker for the first time.