Billy Mays

Billy Mays, I guess, died of heart failure, but he still wasn't wearing his seat belt when his flight landed.

Billy Mays was rich in money, rich in spirit, and probably a dick in every other department.

I had an isle seat, sharing my row with a woman and her father. On take-off, both the woman and myself noticed a strip of vapor streaming from the engine. She and I both thought it was an aeronautical emergency but her father assured us that it was just clouds getting sliced.

Then he said "If the lord decides it's our time, then it's our time."
So says the guy who can dress like the crocodile hunter and take two months off work to take his daughter on a mission to build a clinic in rural Asia.

So hey, maybe that's what Billy Mays was thinking when he blatantly ignored the fasten seat belt sign at the risk of getting chewed out by a flight attendant. "If the lord decides it's my time, then it's my time."
Fuck you!

If you're going to embrace gods plan by flirting with being projected from your seat and pin-balling through a cabin full of passengers then you're a fucking dick.