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Mourning used to be conducted in private. When a loved one died we would retire to the inner most sanctum of our homes for private time with loved ones. When a hard of state or beloved icon died, we might gather at the church or cemetery to pay our respects. Then Diana died and our mourning turned public.

Today that most private of emotions – grief – is on display with vast public outpourings for Michael Jackson.  Record stores have sold out of his music. Producers are rushing a new CD of unreleased music to capture what they call “grief momentum.” Jackson is projected to overtake Elvis’s US$50 million per year in royalties. He’ll be the most lucrative dead star in history.

I can’t help but feel a little odd about all this. It certainly isn’t the first time the public has turned to their wallets to assuage grief. I lived in Hong Kong when Gianni Versace was murdered. All stores around the world were closed, spare the one in Central, Hong Kong. Extra security guards were hired. Velvet ropes kept the crowds in queue. And before lunchtime the entire store was sold out.

I get a little awkward around all this. I am adept when consoling families. But how do you deal with the office receptionist who says she would have stayed home if she’d known Michael was dead? What do you say to the friend wearing a single glove?

Is “Beat It” too blunt?