They come in fours

Now who's going to yell at me through my TV screen?

First Ed McMahon dies. Then Farrah Fawcett. Then Michael Jackson. Next to go is Billy Mays.

He yelled a lot, but Mays seemed like a nice enough guy. Much better than Vince the Shamwow Guy.

 

Here's a recent clip of Billy Mays, with fellow pitchman Anthony Sullivan, on The Tonight Show. Because they needed to find a way to sell me crap on late night network TV in addition to their cable infomercial empire.

Man, that guy could sell ice to an Eskimo, but he never could sell me shitty orange-scented cleaning products.