“And the moral of the story is, sleeping rabbits get decapitated, but the slow and steady tortoise gets his shell ripped off and smashed into a thousand pieces. Night-night!”

Just sitting here, watching the “commemorative” Amy Winehouse shit squeeze out of the Etsy sphincter.

Isn’t this great? A troubled woman finally loses her tragic life, and within minutes, you can remember her with a crappy Hawaiian shirt. Because, you know, of all those Hawaiian songs she recorded. Plus she loved coconut.

Right now, we’re up to nine fantastic products hastily listed since her demise. It’s not as many as you hope for, but it takes a while for the glue guns to heat up.

UPDATE :

Isn’t that incredible? It reminds me of Piccasso’s blue highlighter period. Thank God Staples is open on the weekend!

It’s bad enough that people are motivated to splash some bullshit together and try to cash in on this, but now Etsy itself has jumped on the shit wagon.

Yes, there is now an Amy Winehouse treasury on the front page of Etsy.

It hard to believe Etsy would do this. Everyone knows the front page is usually reserved for Chinese resellers.

But this is for Amy, you guys! For Amy! Because she would have wanted this. If there was anything Amy cared about more than heroin, it was crafting.

UPDATE: Etsy has quickly removed the treasury from the front page, and replaced it with pictures of owls eating ice cream cones. No word on why, though it might have something to do with comments like this:

Dear Beaver Boy,