Billy Mays has left the building. like Michael Jackson, he was 50.
i'm going to go wash my clothes with Oxi-Clean in his honour.
on a more serious note, the only personal anecdote i've ever heard about Mays is one Anderson_Crook relayed to me. a few years ago an SIU film student was working on his thesis film or something important like that, and had the idea that during a certain sequence of events Billy Mays would pop up in a small part of the screen and start talking about wormholes ... like, space wormholes.
he didn't think that he could afford to hire him for it, but he called Mays' agent anyway. there was some discussion and Billy got back to him: he'd do it for free if the guy would come to Tampa, where he lived.