In November 2000, Michael Jackson confessed to having kicked a curious habit in 1991. The habit? Donning a "fat suit, wig, beard and glasses" and distributing copies of the Jehovah's Witnesses' Watchtower magazine door to door.

While visiting one home, Jackson was surprised by a large dog, which went after him. Jackson dropped his literature and ran for his life, ripping off pieces of his fat suit as he dashed down the street.

["I loved to set foot in all those houses," Jackson recalled, "and catch sight of the shag rugs and La-Z-Boy armchairs with kids playing Monopoly and grandmas baby-sitting and all those wonderfully ordinary and, to me, magical scenes of life."]