I know this doesn't need to be said, but I'm not sad about Michael Jackson's death. If I'm completely honest, I might admit that I would have had fonder memories of him had it happened sooner, like post-Thriller. That poor man was obviously plagued with an unfathomable mental illness.
And while I'm at it, I don't really care about Farrah Fawcett's death either. I suppose, as a Christian, I should mourn for their souls if they weren't saved, but I have no idea what kind of relationship they had with Jesus in their final moments, so there is no sense in even meditating on it.
What makes me sad is when orphans die and no one weeps for them.