Ed, Farrah, Michael...Billy?

Crazy week for famous people dying.

First, Ed McMahon. Yes! You are correct sir!

Next, Farrah Fawcett. She took feathering to a whole new level, and that movie where she burned her husband to death while he was asleep still scares the business out of me. Kinda puts the whole not letting the sun go down on your anger into a new perspective. Gotta make sure everything's cool with me and the wife before I lay my head down.

Then, Michael Jackson. King of Pop. Amazingly talented. Infinitely troubled. Loved his music. Envied his moves ('cause you know there's no way this boy can bust a move...white, Baptist boys must have the dancing gene removed in utero). I remember that performance at the Grammy's in '84. I remember thinking the "Thriller" video was the most amazing thing I'd ever seen. I remember getting in trouble for having the "Bad" cassette in my walkman. I remember Captain EO!

They say news like this comes in threes, but tonight I've learned that maybe it comes in fours because Tampa Bay Online is reporting that infomercial pitchman Billy Mays is dead at the age of 50. Billy, I hope you're in heaven, but can I just say that there's no way that Awesome Auger is worth a crap. I mean, that has to be one of the most shameless plugs ever. Dig post holes? Are you serious?? C'mon Billy, even you know that one was over the top.

So there it is. What a week. Ed, Farrah, Michael, Billy, and eventually, each and every one of us.