Gweg loved Michael. He owned all of his albums. Thriller, Bad, Dangerous, you name it, Gweg has them all.
When Gweg first heard of Michael's death, he was devastated. He got out his mp3 player, put on his headphones, and listened to "Will You Be There" on repeat, while he cried.
Ever since the day Michael died, Gweg has been glued to the news on TV. There was non-stop coverage of his death. Gweg wanted to know everything he could.
Gweg always believed in Michael. Even a few years ago, when Michael was on trial, Gweg believed in his innocence.
Gweg found out that there was going to be a huge memorial service for Michael. He wanted badly to go.
Gweg made a bunch of calls to friends to help him out. He finally able to come up with the means to attend the huge service.
The day of the service, Gweg arrived in Los Angeles. The city was huge, but Gweg didn't want to waste his time site seeing. He went straight to the Staples Center.
Hundreds of people were all ready there. Gweg could see celebrities. He couldn't believe he was there. He looked at his watch, 3 more hours still the service started. He went to find a good seat.
As he was looking around, he heard someone call out to him.
"Excuse me, young man! Yes, you in the grey shirt and black sweatpants."
Gweg turned around, he saw a tall man with a microphone in his hand.
Gweg asked, "Are you talking to me sir?"
The man said, "Yes I am, my name is Richard the Reporter. I work for a News Radio Station here in L.A. and we are getting interviews with some of Michael's fans. If you grant me an interview, you will get a seat towards the front of the stage."
Gweg was excited. Now, he gets to tell people how much he loved The King of Pop and he gets a close view of his memorial.
Gweg said, "I'll do it!"
Richard the Reporter said, "Glad to hear it, but we need to go to a different location. It's too noisy here right now to conduct a proper radio interview. Hop in my van, we drive to a safe spot, do the interview, and get you into a reserved seat."
Gweg followed Richard out to his news van. Before he got into the passenger seat, he asked Richard a question.
"Can I see all of your radio equipment in the back?"
Richard the Reporter said, "Not right now, when we get to the secure location, then you'll get to see what's in the back."
Gweg said, "Cool."
They drove around for half an hour. Gweg was starting to worry, he wanted to get back in time to see the beginning of the service. Richard the Reporter could see the worried look on his face.
"Don't worry son, you won't be late for the service. In fact, here's the location."
Gweg looked around. They were in an empty parking garage.
Richard the Reporter said, "All right son, time for that interview." He got out the door. Gweg got out to. He followed Richard to the back of the van.
"Do I get to see the equipment now?"
"Not yet, not to you answer my questions first."
Richard the Reporter held out his microphone.
He asked, "What is your name?"
"Gweg."
"And how long have you been a Michael Jackson fan?"
"As far back as I can remember."
"What is your favorite album of his?"
"Thriller."
"What other celebrities died the same week as Michael?"
This question stumped Gweg. He knew some other famous people died, but he really didn't pay much attention. Michael's death was all that mattered.
Richard the Reporter began to look angry. He repeated the question again, only there was a little bit of fury in his voice.
Gweg finally answered, "I forget."
Richard the Reporter smiled. He said, "That figures, Well, Gweg, I am going to help you out. You see, I am not really a reporter. I am Richard the Necromancer!"
Richard the Necromancer threw down his microphone and raised his hands to the air. He began to chant in a strange language that Gweg couldn't understand.
All of the sudden, the back doors to the news van flew open. Out of it, stepped a man who looked like he had been dead for a week, and yet still had a full, rich beard. The man screamed out.
"Billy Mays here! Having trouble with that pesky brain of yours? Can't seem to get it working properly. Well, I'm here to introduce you to a new product, 'Zombie Clean!' It will remove that pesky brain of yours and lick your skull clean. It can be all yours if you act now!"
Another man exited the van. He was a lot older. But dead all the same. He simply said, "Heeeeeerrrrrreeeeee'ssssss Zombie!"
Another person got out. It was a woman. She looked like she was a beautiful woman when she was alive. She said, "You can call the 3 of us 'Zombie's Angels!"
Richard the Necromancer pointed at Gweg. "He has forsaken all of you! Get him!"
The 3 zombies pounced on Gweg. Ed McMahon began to pull Gweg's arm apart from his body. Farrah Fawcett began to chow down on his hind quarters.
Billy Mays stood above Gweg's head. "Here's a product that works wonders to get that skull open without causing any damage to the brain. It's called the Duelsaw!"
Billy activated the saw and began to cut open Gweg's head. The saw was so precise, that didn't even touch the brain with it.
A couple of hours later. Michael Jackson's memorial service began. But Gweg couldn't attend, because he was a buffet for 3 zombies.
But nobody cared, because Michael Jackson was dead.
