Welcome to The Grave of MJ. Here’s the RP.

You enter the forrest lawn in glendale. You carried a bouquet of roses that shapes the words “King of Pop”. Your tears run down your face as you approached the grave of Michael Jackson. Michael’s spirit looks at you with those sweet and welcoming eyes.

“You came in the right time, bro.” Michael’s spirit says. The wind comfortingly blows your tears away as you hear the harmonious humming from Michael’s voice, as he comforts you. “Don’t cry for me, remember the legacy that I left behind. Even though it hurts, it’s gonna be fine. Jesus will care for me, just like I will in spirit. Goodbye, little dude.” Michael’s spirit fades into the blue sky.

You sobbed, your heart etched in grief and sorrow, but you put your tears aside and you joined the fans in the death anniversary. The fans look at you with sympathetic warmth and then they continue in placing down flowers, notes and photos. Your parents join you with placing down the things that Michael loved before his death.

You glanced at the blue sky, beckoning Michael’s guidance, but nothing happened because Michael knew you had to stay strong for yourself, your parents and everyone else around you. You look down sadly, you continued on placing down all of the things that you and your family brought to the cemetery.