We used to roll up the living room rug when my aunts and uncle (Doug, Carrie, Annette) would babysit my sister and I and do all kinds of signature Michael Jackson moves. He was off the charts with his iconic stature, his break into MTV with music videos/short films and his dancing. That man could dance. It's strange to say "could." I do, all drama aside, feel like a bit of my childhood has died. He was a strange bird (quoting a dear friend) - but the dude could sing.