Michael Jackson has been a continuing Stranger obsession. If you need more Michael Jackson miscellany and are getting tired of reading the vulture-like media reports, here is your one-stop shop for things we have written about our newly departed King of Pop:

David Schmader published a poem about MJ that he received via e-mail back in 2005. He also published a child's story about Michael Jackson titled "Booger Boy and Snot Boy Versus Michael Jackson." He linked to a sad retrospective interview of Michael Jackson on the eve of his 50th birthday. And of course, who could forget Mr. Schmader's wonderful, weird news story about people hanging out at the MJ trial?

My plan was simple: I would go to California for the beginning of the trial and mix with the true believers in their natural habitat—support rallies, courthouse vigils—in hopes of acquiring, or at least better understanding, their unshakable faith in Jackson. However, to true believers, there is no enemy more insidious than the Media. To "pass" as a true believer, I needed a strategy: Walk softly and wear an expressive T-shirt. Local custom-made T-shirt shop B-Bam! put together a collection of pro-Michael T-shirts for me. "Innocence Is Beautiful" read one, the letters framing an airbrushed image of Michael surrounded by the Children of the World. "Tom Sneddon Is a Cold Man" read another shirt, its anti-prosecution slogan rendered in an icy wintery blast. Finally, my most confrontational shirt, which dissed Jackson's accuser with the creepy nickname allegedly given to the boy by Jackson himself: "BLOWHOLE IS A LIAR."

At the end of that year's issue, we published a regret by Michael Jackson:

First and foremost, I regret being made the target of a prosecutorial witch hunt and the subject of vile slander by evil people who only want to bring a successful black man down and who wouldn't understand the true meaning of love if it bit them in their big, mean butts.

He's been featured on a list of Ten Things That've Made Us Say "Wow" SInce the Dawn of Time, not very far after The Big Bang.

And most recently, Lindy West studied Michael Jackson's stuff from very close-up:

The other week, I was blessed (by Jesus, I’m pretty sure!) with the opportunity to visit a most wondrous land, entitled “A Whole Bunch of Michael Jackson’s Stuff Sitting in a Big Room.” You see, Michael Jackson accidentally got suuuper destitute, because he spent all of his money on child-sized flying carpets and gold-plated best friends and Teaching Your Pet Chimp Sign Language for Dummies, so he decided to auction off his crazy-shit collection to raise some bucks. All of which meant that people—like ME—could go look at it at an auction house in Los Angeles! At the shit! For a minute!

Clearly, we have adored the man for a very long time and we will miss him.