Not a Good Week To Be Famous.

Last week was not a good week for famous people.

In the course of six days, the collective "we" lost an average of one famous person per day, although actually several of these famous people died on the same day.

June 23rd - Ed McMahon

June 25th - Farrah Fawcett, Michael Jackson

June 27th - Gale Storm (My Little Margie)

June 28th - Billy Mays (the Oxy-Clean ad guy), Fred Travalena (Celebrity impressionist)

In the case of McMahon, Storm, Fawcett and perhaps Mr. Travalena, the deaths were likely expected as these people were either very old or had been ill for some time.

Of course the death of Jackson as I eluded to in an earlier post was unexpected, but not that surprising, in fact, the revelation that Jackson may have been addicted to a variety of prescription drugs actually not only explains his sudden departure, but also sheds a ray of light on his bizarre antics over the last decade.

I suppose to me, the most shocking of all of these deaths is the death of Advertising-Hockster Billy Mays. Afterall, this was a big, energetic, burly, healthy-looking guy (if you overlook his jet-black hair dye I mean). This was a guy who, aside from being full of shit, was certainly full of life. Not to make light of his passing, but I would fully expect and actually be disappointed if Mays didn't have in his will a request that his funeral be turned into an infomercial for Orange-Glow Casket Polish!

Now how much would you pay?