Michael Jackson's death has forced many to cope with a great, sudden loss. Here's how one Sparkler, Bearsley, is dealing with her grief. —SparkNotes Editors

I, along with a countless number of people, was shocked when I heard the news that Michael Jackson had died. As I sat staring at the TV screen, a giant glop of frozen yogurt fell out of my mouth, right into my lap, which delighted my dog but made me sad because I liked those pants. Anyway, Michael Jackson, the King of Pop, has moonwalked into the great beyond.

Last week my mom called me and started talking in that dreaded voice. It was uncomfortable, halting, distracted...the “someone just passed away” voice. That someone was the family cat, Chester.

I'd known Chester since he was a fluffy, fits-in-the-palm-of-your-hand kitty. So to hear he was dead was unbelievable. My mind said, “You mean when I come home he won’t be there to see me? Riiiiight. He’s been slinking around our house for fifteen years, and now he’s just not there? I don’t believe you!”

Unless you've been living under a rock for the last 24 hours, you know that the world has lost a light. At 1:07 pm Pacific Time, following a heart attack, Michael Jackson left us for the big Neverland Ranch in the sky. Before the YouTube servers come crashing down due to all the requests for "King of Pop," SparkLife would like to remember the man who inspired us all (even Filipino convicts), with our favorite MJ moments: