There's very little to smile about when it comes to remembering the circumstances of how Michael Jackson left this Earth. Three years ago today, we were unified only in the shock of it. And then weeks later -- what seemed like an eternity with all the gossip sites dissecting every morbid detail of his death -- we had that crazy memorial service live on TV for all to see.
I remember watching it online from work in total dismay, shaking my head at the weirdness of it all. Until Brooke Shields stood up. And then suddenly it was okay to just grieve and shed some much needed tears. Those eight minutes are the only ones I choose to remember from the aftermath of that awful day.