In Regards to Michael Jackson:

It feels almost as though part of the soundtrack to our childhood is gone.

Some days I feel a little atheistic. I don't think it's a bad thing.

There Is No Heaven, But On The Bright Side, There Is No Hell
What waits for us when we die?
An unholy spectre or an angel choir?
Your practiced answer is but a soothing lie;
And you, though wide-eyed, an unconvincing liar.
You do not know, and neither do I
And ignorant we remain, until we die.