Well, there's that.

Got up this morning, turned on the radio while I had my coffee, and plopped down on the couch. It was at the top of the hour, so the news was on. As I'm half listening to the radio and mostly concentrating on getting the coffee into my body, the various news stories (most of which go over my head between the speed and the vocabulary) prattled on.

Then suddenly a group of words made their way into my head: "Michael Jackson", "Los Angeles", "heart", "was 50 years old".

And that's how I learned Michael Jackson had died.