The web is dead. Or so I’ve heard. At first, the news dotted the landscape of social network trending topics and wall posts. I felt the collective gasp of masses looking at those horrid words in default Lucida Grande. Even the king of pop isn’t bigger than this, right? As the folks gathered for the vigil, I realized the turnout was for a smart phone, on the eve of sales. The distant flickering was of screens, not candles. Apps, they say, aren’t the web, but the Internet. I read it first on a website. And TMZ didn’t break it.