But then, just a few days later, I was surprised to find myself just as sad about the death of Billy Mays. I have no idea why, but I always enjoyed seeing Mays selling me some ridiculous product. He seemed so happy to be there, to have the job of selling gardening attachments for cordless drills and putty that was a real-life miracle. He wasn't creepy, like the Sham-Wow guy, or obnoxious like Ron Popeil. Somehow, even though Billy Mays was always trying to sell me something stupid, I still liked him. And I think that deserves at least a moment of recognition.
Doesn't he seem like a fun guy?
Rest in peace, Billy Mays.