Then, late-night-side-kick extraordinaire Ed McMahon went to the big publishers clearing house in the sky....
The next thing you know, Farrah Fawcett loses her battle with cancer...
The self-proclaimed, King of Pop Michael Jackson dies....and yeah; nobody saw that coming.
And then just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, I just learned that the pitchman of pitchmen, Billy Mays was pronounced dead just before 8am this morning. Sadly, I bet it was a cocaine overdose.
I'm not sure what really happens when we die, but I truly hope that all those that we have lost this month can truly rest in peace.