Holy crap!
Billy Mays died Sunday morning.
There's a full story about it here.
That's really kind of a bummer. I mean, the guy was loud and obnoxious, in a wholly indescribable and an oddly endearing sort of way, and you either liked him or you didn't, but it's going to be strange not hearing him shout at me on late-night television and demanding that I dash right to the phone to spend $19.95 (plus shipping and handling) for all manner of curious wares.
