And Today's Dead Celebrity is... Billy Mays!

First it was David Carradine in glorious fishnet stocking and kinky sex style, then Ed McMahon who admittedly was old and not in the best of health. Then poor Farah Fawcett! No one should ever die of ass cancer.... seriously. And Michael Jackson. A shocker to be sure, but I feel bad for his kids... always have. Congress actually had a moment of silence in Whacko-Jacko's honor. Un-fucking believeable! I an't begin to tell you how much that cooks my noodle.


And now this guy.


Are we sure this celeb-u-barker simply isn't just cashing one final check here? Riding on the coat tails of all these other celebrities so he can be forever remembered along with them? This guys was pretty much famous for being a professional asshole cramming product after product down our throats. Why do we care? And who's next? Or is this all some bizarre cosmic coincidence? Are the planets aligned just right for this weird string of mass celebrity bucket kicking? What the hell is going on here?

Click on Billy's shit eating grin for more details.

Update: I just read that Billy was due to have his third hip replacement surgery tomorrow. I don't know he had three hips.