As the world comes to terms with the sudden death of one of its most enduring icons, we all naturally begin to question what justice there is in the universe.
Really, how could any God with an ounce of compassion take Billy Mays and his fearsomely black beard, yet leave prostitute-slapping Vince Shlomi free to roam the earth with his boggly eyes and six-inch high hair? Damn you, God. Damn you to… well, one of the least good parts of Heaven, we guess.
Also, as you may have heard, Michael Jackson died last week. After the jump: fake autopsy results and Fox‘s ill-advised tribute. And some Billy.
