Now a another grave picture?
gstatpro
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I dont know if you guys saw this but another gravesite? I saw Karen Fayes pics and also all the talk of the hallway to the masoleum and being inside because he loves the last supper piece?
This one looks outside? and the 3 kids...MJ's kids?
http://www.zimbio.com/pictures/aQtygmwgiHe/Michael+Jackson+s+grave/EMWyHPRefhw/Michael+Jackson
This one looks outside? and the 3 kids...MJ's kids?
http://www.zimbio.com/pictures/aQtygmwgiHe/Michael+Jackson+s+grave/EMWyHPRefhw/Michael+Jackson
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and how could it have been done in secrecy when it's outside?
I just don't know any more. This is becoming a morbid game of musical chairs.
And outdoors? If people could then, nevertheless, to the grave .......
Only do not allow to confuse .... unsensory
Yes... the date doesnt add up!
Heres the video
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This is Michael “The King of Pop and Entertainment” Jackson his burial will be no secret (and was no secret) and this site is the only one obtaining this kind of information. I do not believe it.
Did he reserve it then?
The next thing is hes not at Forest Lawn but a whole other place in another town <!-- s --><!-- s --> <!-- s --><!-- s --> <!-- s --><!-- s --> <!-- s --><!-- s --> <!-- s --><!-- s -->
Okay i'm tired <!-- s:D -->:D<!-- s:D --> ... Sorry
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