Tired of death, man.

Is it weird that I'm significantly more affected by the death of Billy Mays than the deaths of David Carradine, Ed McMahon, Farrah Fawcett or Michael Jackson?

Maybe it's because the latter were celebrities, living the celebrity life, but Billy Mays was at heart just a big cheerful guy who sold stuff.

Or maybe it's because Billy Mays kind of reminds me of Frank.

I dunno. I'll admit, I'm a fan of Discovery Channel's Pitchmen, but I never thought I'd feel badly to hear the guy who hawked Zorbeez had died.