While I never was a big MJ fan, I always had to respect what he did for music. My thoughts, though, don't go along the line of 'great pop-music icon died.' I'm thinking about a dad, a son, a brother... fifty years is way too early for anyone to pass away.
For some reason I have always seen him as an overgrown little boy that never had the chance to have a childhood, yet was never allowed to grow up. For his talent ones 'abused' him (and yes, there I'm talking about his ambitious father) and others uncritically adored him, while there wasn't much in between. For some reason I can't explain I've always seen him as a person that was genial, brilliant in what he did, but also terribly, awfully alone.