In a brazen attempt to get a few more miles out of their dead steed, Jacko’s concert promoter and his family are in negotiations for a three-city tour of Michael Jackson memorabilia.
They’re not just milking the poor guy’s corpse, they’re juicing the hell out of it. Why not go all the way and cart around his dead body? Maybe put some hair and fingernail clippings up on eBay, like some 21st Century version of holy relics?
The really sad part, of course, is the fact that there are enough people out there willing to shell out fifty or a hundred bucks to go see a dead guy’s things. Yeah, the Presley estate has been raking it in at Graceland for the last thirty-odd years, but at least in that case you get to tour the King’s house, the place where he enjoyed fried PB&B sammiches and shot at televisions with his .44. In Jacko’s case, they’re looking to throw some of his junk onto a truck, and drive his empty clothes out to a stadium somewhere, so the suckers can fork over all the sweet, sweet ticket money they would have shelled out for the comeback tour.
Prediction: it won’t be another six months before there’s a fire sale of Michael Jackson memorabilia by his estate. And once the fedoras and glittery gloves are gone, watch for the “Last roll of T.P. that was in the King of Pop’s bathroom when he died!! Certified genuine!”…
…and some sucker will buy it, too.