In a world where almost all at once we lost David Carradine, Ed McMahon, Farrah Fawcett, and, of course, Michael Jackson you would think the news could not get any worse.
But then it did this morning.
My hero, pitchman extraordinaire Billy Mays, was found dead in his Tampa home this morning. He was 50 years old.
Anyone who's been reading this blog knows how much I love and admire Billy Mays.
This is just the worst news ever. How sad.
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