#death

Wow. Michael Jackson and now Billy Mays? Sad week. "Billy Mays, the burly, bearded television pitchman whose boisterous hawking of products such as Orange Glo and OxiClean made him a pop-culture icon, has died. He was 50."

""When you put a thing on your to-do list, you are making a committment to do it," he says to me. "Meaning you aren't going to do some other things." He pauses. "So you have to choose between those things. Now, why do you have to choose?" ... I think about this for a second. "Because your time is limited?" I venture hopefully. ... "BECAUSE YOU ARE GOING TO FUCKING DIE," he responds. ... At this, the student was enlightened. ... Rich went on to observe that one's to-do list, in whatever form, is ultimately a skull on the desk, a memento mori, a reminder that our time here really is limited and we ought to make the most of it, in as much as the list is also meant to be a tool for helping one actually do so."

"The town's small graveyard stopped accepting newcomers 70 years ago, after it was discovered that the bodies were failing to decompose."

"The new science of resuscitation is changing the way doctors think about heart attacks—and death itself."

"Gnome death race 25/10/06 on ravenholt server"