Um, OMFG. For many of us reared in the '80s, Michael Jackson's passing isn't just the death of a celebrity, but the death of the first pop culture icon we really, truly loved. Thriller was the first album we owned, the first music video we watched, that leather jacket was the first item of fashion that we coveted, and secretly, deep down, a lot of us still think that being able to moonwalk is the secret to getting girls. So R.I.P. MJ, and please forgive us for choosing to remember you as you were ("I said you wanna be startin' something/Got to be startin' something...") and know that "Beat It" is going to get a lot of dancefloor play this weekend.