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Feeling inexplicably mopey and sorry-for-myself today, so I decided to do what I always do at times like this and re-sort my bookcases (don't say anything! I like books! Shush!) but in order to do that I had to tidy all the crap in my room up first. I've been falling over a box file of old fic on my floor since before I went to Oz, so started with taking it downstairs to put it back in the cupboard where my folders are currently living due to lack of space upstairs.

Walked in the lounge to find the parentals watching one of the many live broadcasts of the Michael Jackson in fascinated horror. Because seriously. They have the coffin spotlit on display in front of the stage. Which we realised about five minutes in.

About five and a half minutes of watching in, my dad observed that it'd be funny if, during one of the songs, someone knocked on the lid of the coffin from inside and went "Keep it down; I'm trying to sleep!"

About half a minute later I said really, they should have a guy made up like a zombie in there and at the end of the show the lid should swing dramatically open, the guy leap out... and perform Thriller with an accompanying chorus of zombies.

About thirty seconds after that we decided we should probably turn it off because we really shouldn't be laughing so much at a memorial service.

Holy crap, we are so going to hell. But that finale would be so freaking awesome.