Billy Mays: Dead
This is all becoming a bit too much. Mr. Billy Mays has died.
The consummate pitchman with stubble bequeathed from the very gods themselves passed away Sunday morning. No longer will I hear his dulcet tones hawking everything from cheese graters, to Oxy-Clean, to Mighty Putty.
Oddly enough, when I poked around Sunday morning looking for Billy Mays information, I repeatedly found myself a victim of the dreaded 404:
I didn’t have this issue when surfing for Michael Jackson info last week. Perhaps Billy Mays has a bigger fan base than previously thought?
It’s also notable that Billy Mays died at the same age as Michael Jackson: 50. Is 50 becoming the new 27?
And to think, I was placing bets that Patrick Swayze was going to be the next to go. Who could have foreseen that Mays was going to steal Swayze’s thunder? If it’s true that these things happen in threes, then we need just one more celebrity death to make that hypothesis mathematically divisionally true:
1- David Carradine
2- Ed McMahon
3- Farrah Fawcett
4- Michael Jackson
5- Billy Mays
6- ??? Profit!
As for me, I’m currently on the Abe Vigoda deathwatch…
