I was thinking the other day what fun it would be to have Billy Mays as a surprise guest at my memorial service. Picture it: the rich, serene silence of a Quaker meeting, punctuated by the poignant reminiscences of friends and family. Then suddenly an explosion: the manic, nasal screech of ... the infomercial guy. Kaboom!
This morning Caroline happened to send me this redubbed clip, which almost made me soil myself. I'd actually buy from this guy.