Have You Seen Michael Jackson’s Naked Dead Body?

Even in the case of the most heinous of crimes, shouldn’t witness testimony be enough for the imaginations of jurors without having to refer to photos of the victim’s corpse? Particularly those photos where the body is no longer at the “crime” scene, but rather on a gurney at the hospital or on an autopsy table? Of course, I’m referring to government exhibit 206 in the case of California versus Conrad Murray, a case where the notions of murder, manslaughter, and involuntary manslaugter are all quite cloudy and overlapping when considering the circumstances.

I’m not sure how such a photo’s submission benefits the prosecution’s case. To my mind, it’s about as telling as the Seinfeld bit about how people who couldn’t make it as police sketch artists are asked to create the chalk-line around a victim’s body. And this helps the case how? Yes, I saw the photo of MJ’s naked dead body. And, no, I’m not proud of myself. But I can think of a few others, very close to MJ, who should be even less so. For example, what sort of parent would be willing to expose a child’s autopsy photo for the whole world to see? How does said parent rationalize doing so will help bring closure to the loss of said child?

I don’t intend to speak for MJ, but I can hardly imagine someone of his disposition whispering from the grave, instructing members of his family to avenge his death, to pursue justice, and to find peace. And then adding, “And, by the way, make sure you show my body in its rawest form because it’ll help blow the cover off this caper.” The cynic in me believes this whole circus-like event is being used to maintain the revenue stream for the MJ estate. There. I said it. I think it’s about the money.

The defendant, Dr. Murray, is someone who should seriously rethink his motives and reconsider changing his plea to guilty and finally closing the curtains on this show. Granted, in the beginning he was probably caught up in the whole prestige of becoming MJ’s personal physician. And no doubt the $150K a month salary was nothing to sneeze at. But once the position was accepted, his was a Faustian bargain he probably knew would require his bending the rules of doctor-patient integrity. I envision a house doctor whiling away the days, waiting for his sole patient to request of him to fix this or that ailment or pretty-pleasing him for an excessive dosage of medication. MJ probably wasn’t insisting he be quick about it or he’d be replaced, but there were probably others putting that very bug over and over in the good doctor’s ear. It’s hard to imagine MJ accusing his personal physician of murder after the fact. But it’s also hard NOT to imagine an implicit contract between MJ and his doctor agreeing to go down together in flames as a result of their destructive relationship.

I think most reasonable people will conclude that MJ was his own worst enemy. It’s just a shame that his final show has to be reduced to that of the macabre, haunting and lifeless, and a disturbing endnote to a long, successful career.

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