It’s standard procedure- they need to wait for the brain to harden before performing more tests to figure out just why Michael Jackson went into cardiac arrest.
But in the meantime. Somewhere in LA, Michael Jackson’s brain rests in a jar, just waiting for an oportunist psycho to grab it.
Now, I loved, and will always love, Michael Jackson, and I feel so bad for his cute kids, and I don’t mean to disrespect the dead but… I really want someone to snatch that brain. For it to mysteriously vanish- never to be seen again.
Also: to Mr. Josh Grossberg, excellent choice of title. Excellent, I say.