Over a quick gyro in between assignments yesterday, I caught wind that Michael Jackson's funeral was to be broadcast in Times Square. Now, in my photo career, I was never fortunate enough to have photographed the pop legend, but I figured bebopping a few blocks uptown would be entertaining in its own way. Low and behold, it was indeed. Not only did I run into a friend that shoots for Entertainment Tonight, but I came across a sea of crazies devoting their day to the King of Pop. From signs written in Sharpie to dance circles to group sing to mini-MJ camp sites, it was a sight unlike I've ever seen.

Clearly, the press was loving this dude. He wasn't even that good, but the kid had a heart that was missing MJ like holy cow, I'm going to dance 'til I drop.

As my moments in Times Square progressed, I dared my ET friend, Luke, to get into the circle, but alas he would not. I suppose it's fair though, because he tried to interview me on camera and all I said was "I hate Michael Jackson," which obviously couldn't be farther from the truth, but they can't air that, right?