RIP Michael

When I was in the fifth grade, my music teacher decided that it would round out our early education nicely if all the boys would listen to a Jackson Five record and attempt to emulate young Michael's angelic singing voice during mandatory choir practice. He was one year older than we were and our teacher was convinced that we could sound just like him if we tried hard enough.
 
Of course that was impossible....and deeply embarrassing for pre-adolescent boys doing our best to disguise squeeky high-pitched voices with chin-in-chest attempts to magnify what little bass could be coaxed from our hormonally-starved baby-thin vocal chords. Naturally, the girls just watched and giggled.
 
Later, we all grew up -- all of us except Michael that is -- who was seemingly trapped in some kind of horrible childhood nightmare from which he could not awaken, even with all his talent, success and fame.