Really? A gold coffin? A fucking gold-plated coffin with a bejeweled crown on top? Jesus Jackson Christ!

Has enough time passed so we can start trashing Michael Jackson again?
Like many people, I enjoy Mike’s work. From the Jackson 5 to
Off the Wall through
Bad, the man created a lot of great songs, but seriously, this bullshit genuflecting when somebody dies irritates the shit out of me.
(Why do we crush and vilify people while they’re alive and can be affected by it, then praise and extol those very same people when they die and don’t care what we say about them? That is some genuine American hypocritical bullshit, right there.)
Michael Jackson was an extremely talented and rather troubled megalomaniac. This is a dude that, around 1983, began dressing in jewel-encrusted military uniforms, like if Tiffany’s designed costumes for “The Nutcracker.” This is a dude that sent nine 50-foot statues of himself to ports around the world to promote his greatest hits collection,
HIStory. This is a dude that coined himself “the king of pop,” then refused to do public appearances or interviews unless he was addressed as such.
Since when is self-deification an admirable character trait?
But mostly, Mike spent money — copiously and constantly. For all his bullshit posturing about wanting to make the world a better place, he stood as a towering example of conspicuous material consumption.
And that characteristic has followed him, literally, to his grave, where the aforementioned gold death case (including girly princess crown on top) will be placed in a mausoleum that displays a life-size stained-glass window recreation of Leonardo da Vinci's
The Last Supper.
That is so preposterous, so solipsistic, so laughably absurd… so very Michael Jackson.