I have a million things to do today, my first full day back from vacation, so I'll make this quick.  It seems like the only news I missed while I was gone was death.

Ed McMahon.

Michael Jackson.

Farrah Fawcett.

Billy Mays.

Crazy.  And I'm of the belief that celebs die in threes, although Billy Mays isn't exactly on par with Ed, Michael and Farrah.  Still, I was a little taken aback to read about the OxiClean pitchman Mays dying at 50.  That could actually turn into a story.  He was apparently on a US Airways flight that landed rough because of blow front tires Saturday.  He complained about not feeling well, then died the next day.

Anyway, now that I'm back, it would be nice if all the death and despair took their own vacation.  Well, at least death.  Hey, we're going to need *some* news.