Billy Mays, rest in peace, as soon as possible

     All I cared to know was that Billy Mays died. 
     I don't need to know the results of his autopsy, nor do I care about his last remaining days, who he left behind, or what contracts he left on the table, posthumously.
     I cared about some of these things when David Carradine, Michael Jackson, Ed McMahon and Farrah Faucet died.  But, Billy, I'm sorry.  It was just your timing.  For the media, it was absolutely perfect.