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…
Herman, what’s going on relly? And is 50 becoming indeed the new 27? May Billy Mays RIP too
So, you’re betting on Patrick Swayze going out, huh? That’s a shame. I’m not like, his biggest fan or anything but I still think the guy should have some more years until passing. Billy Mays dying is kind of unfair. He seemed pleasant on those commercials.
I hope 50 isn’t becoming the new 27, but what’s this I read here about 27? Was that the magic dying age before now? I need to know so I can get my affairs in order soon!!!!
Swayze’s still hanging on. Karl Malden just kicked the bucket. I hope Swayze’s got money on himself in Vegas.
I still miss Billy Mays! I saw an infomercial last night for Sham Wow! and reminded me how sad it is.