Billy Mays

I must say, out of all the celebrity deaths this week, I found Billy Mays the most shocking.

Look at the others. Michael Jackson, while surprising, was not a shock. Some reports had him at 112 pounds (While others, like the Hulk, said he was in great shape)! Either way, dude wore a mask when he went out side. Something wasn't right there.

Farrah Fawcett fought a courageous battle with cancer. Ed McMahon was 86 and in declining health. Again, sad but not shocking.

But for some reason, I found Billy Mays the most shocking. I thought all those TV pitchman were invincible. Jack LaLanne is 124 thanks to his juicer. Vince from Shamwow can pick up 10 times his own weight in liquid. I am convinced Ron Popeil is a robot. An awesome robot. And who can forget this guy?

And Billy was in a class by himself. The Beard. The Thumb. The Voice. The Pitch. I'll admit, while I have never bought anything from an infomercial, but I have watched many of them. And Billy was the best. He never resorted to Double entandre or beating hookers. He was clean (thanks to OxiClean) and Classy. Like a young Gute. I though a magic combination of OxiClean, Magic Putty and Auger kept him alive. I was wrong. RIP Billy.