R.I.P. BILLY MAYS
06.29.09Billy Mays, the exuberant television pitchman known for hawking products like OxiClean, Mighty Putty, and Orange Glo, was found dead in his Tampa home yesterday. It remains unclear whether a rough landing on a flight the day prior — during which Mays, 50, was hit in the head — contributed to his death. He is survived by his wife, Deborah.
There was a New York Times Magazine article last fall that aptly described Mays’s unique kind of fame: “Mays is a celebrity endorser whose celebrity is based entirely on having endorsed things.” His sincerity, enthusiasm, and car horn of a voice led people to say things like:
- “Billy Mays came over to my house and sold me tap water from my sink.”
- “Billy sold me a crisp five-dollar bill for 4 easy payments of only $19.95 + shipping and handling!”
- “He was the only human that was allowed to speak entirely in CAPS LOCK.” [source]
Good Lord, this is getting out of hand. I’m going to have to stop doing individual obituaries and just do celebrity death link dumps. “Here are today’s celebrity deaths…” Can you imagine a plague that killed off all the famous people in the world? Would it be worth losing supermodels and George Clooney to get rid of the cast of “The Hills”? I’m willing to take that chance.
After the jump, some of my favorite Billy Mays mash-ups and re-dubs, plus his appearance on “The Tonight Show” last week.


Whoa, he’s got cobblers thumb too
Mays could sell condoms to the Pope.
Mays could not however sell a Zune to anyone.
Has anyone verified Richard Karn’s whereabouts at the time of death?
Hey, it’s Vince with Slap Chop!
Heavy lies the crown
Vince the Sham-wow guy has to be a suspect in Mays’ death.
This sucks. I genuinely liked Mays. Wouldn’t it be great if he got to the pearly gates with some questionable shit in his past. And then had to sell Saint Peter on letting him in. I like to think he could pull it off.
Son, you may yell like Mays but you pitch like shit.
It’s a bad time to be the King of something.
It’s sad that this death would get more play had Billy only fucked more kids.
/he could sell me a salad
//I comment on blogs and thus never eat anything that wasn’t purchased from a dollar menu
I hate the internet because thanks to it…all I can think about are Billy Mays blue balls.
Does Vince take over now on “Pitchmen”? Maybe I’d actually watch it.
+1 Danger Guerrero.
Take Paul Shaffer. Please.
Liam Neeson is there for you, Deborah.
I’m convinced someone in the afterlife is putting together a variety show: they took a host (Ed McMahon), a lead guest/music act (MJ), a crazy/hot second guest (Farrah), and a kickass announcer (Mays). If I’m Max Weinberg or Paul Shaffer, I got my head on a swivel this week.
He could sell ketchup popsicles to women wearing white gloves on a 100 degree day.
/Tommy Boy’d
//not as imspressive as the sanke skin shoe thing.
He could sell shoes to snakes. Snakeskin shoes, even.
He could sell snow to Eskimos. Not to mention he had the best beard on television.
With one application of Spiffy, you’ll think his body’s still warm!
When did life become an extended publicity campaign for The Final Destination?
I’m convinced it was a clerical error.
http://unmotivatedramblings.blogspot.com/2009/06/clerical-error-leads-to-death-of.html