This week has been a little overwhelming, even if I wasn't emotionally attached to any of the celebrity deaths that occurred this week. I was more crushed by Eddie Guererro and Chris Benoit's deaths two years ago. But what did catch my attention was the sheer amount of death. A local radio caller lamented that it was impossible for Jackson to die.

I don't see how he had that in his mind. Our time is coming for ALL of us. The amount of money we have or the fame we are known for don't protect us.

While this past week or so has been a thick, beefy burger for the 24 hour news cycle to chew over, I make a choice not to let all this doom and gloom get me down. I don't mean to disrepect anyone who is still grieving for whatever reason, but I choose to laugh.

But maybe that's how my sick little mind works.