I just spent more time than I should have watching part of VH1's "Man in the Mirror," a special about the life of Michael Jackson. Apparently the actor playing Michael didn't want to go through the painful surgery of having his nose disappear, because he's got a notably larger proboscis than the real Michael Jackson currently does.
What sucked me in to the show was a reference made to the Jehovah's Witnesses, which I was a member of for the first 21 years of my life. When I was nine years old and MJ's album "Thriller" was at the apex of it's chart climb, I was dead-level certain that I was going to marry him one day. I mean, we were both Jehovah's Witnesses, right? What more could two people need in order to have a successful marriage? That was my theory at age nine, and is still the theory of JW's the world over. As long as you have your faith, it doesn't matter how bad your other problems are. God (aka, Jehovah) will take care of it all for you. Cancer? No problem! Even if you die, Jehovah will resurrect you after he gets done killing off all the bad people. I was seven years old when my mother told me that God was going to kill my non-believing father. Not a cool way to grow up, so it's not really a surprise to me that Michael Jackson turned to a fantasy world of his own creation after living in a fantasy world of someone else's creation for so long.
Anyway, you've probably realized by now that I'm not married, nor have I ever been, to Michael Jackson. Boy howdy, did I dodge a bullet there...