I'm reminded of Les Nessman announcing the death of Bing Crosby on WKRP. "First Elvis, now Bing. Coincidence? I wonder..." Even the timing -- 1977 -- is just about right.
Honestly, not much of Michael Jackson's work any later than Side 1 of Thriller has aged very well. And I'd deleted all my MP3s of his stuff after it became undeniable that his relationships with children were just too creepy. Sexual? Probably not; I think Jackson was largely asexual. But still, undeniably creepy. So much so, it became difficult to listen even to his good tracks.
And Farrah? I'm pretty sure she helped to induce my pubescence. 'Nuff said.