Hmmm, will they raffle off his glove? His sequenced
platform boots? His trophy pile of little boys'
undies?
No, the next thing on the block is his brain!
He's being buried without his brain!
Think about it. He can't.
I wonder what they did to fill the cavity? Cottage
cheese? His spare sequenced gloves? Blanket's
blanket?
It must have taken quite some time to find the underdeveloped organ.
No worries, though, once its pickled, hardened and run through the Slap Chop, that deviant father of his (Jack-off Joe) will have Jocko's brain chunks on e-Bay in a heart beat (not MJ's). A Certificate of Authenticity costs only $100 more.
Who would not want a chance to buy such a profound piece of history?
What true Michael Jackson fan does not want to have on their mantel, a relic of the King, the Greatest Entertainer That Ever Lived?
I'll bet you a dime that whatever Joe Jackson doesn't sell, he'll eat or feed to "his" grandchildren.".
What a Thriller!
