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A Dead Spokesliar

I have no grief for the demise of Billy Mays.

It's one thing to manufacture schlocky products.

It's another thing to peddle them.

His family is asking for privacy and respect.

They have earned neither.

If his death is the result of injuries sustained during his recent airline trauma, then America has a new pilot hero: move over Sully, and pin a medal on the man that laid Billy Mays low.

I hope his funeral is open coffin and public so everybody can use it as a latrine.

Find no peace in your death, Mr. Mays, and may you be bombarded with schlocky ads for all eternity as the brimstone sears your soul.

Comments (2)

Zombie Billy Mays:

No Billy Mays Slider Station for you !

A Steve:

I forget where I saw this, but someone pointed out that they were wondering if the last thought that went through Billy Mays' mind was "Michael Jackson, Farrah Fawcett, Ed McMahon...but wait, there's more!"

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