Heroes die. Legends live forever.
MJ was an icon, but this man, well, he was a true performer…
With manufactured enthusiasm and calculated hand movements, Billy Mays pitched his way into our hearts forever. All you’d ever have to do is flip through a few channels, and there he’d be. Waiting. With a freshly-dyed beard and an ‘exciting new product.’ He was a pitchman through and through. A pitchman who knew only one style—genius. The man was camera-ready in his sleep, and the only cue cards he ever needed resided in his head. (Second takes were just for fun). This hoss could hock stilts to a paraplegic and deflower a virgin with his musk alone. In short, the man was a pro.
Whenever I was feeling down, I knew I could always turn to Mays. He would place his giant thumb over my heart, and simply knead to activate.
To Billy Mays: the best there ever was.