Amy Winehouse is Dead. I Never Saw it Coming.

Nooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  I don't want to live anymore!!!!!!!  She was so full of life, how can she be dead?  I just don't get it, she looked fantastic!  Why, why goddamnit, do they always take the good ones?????  It isn't fair, it just isn't fucking fair.  Why couldn't it have been Bono or some other musician who is out being a destructive force in the world and clearly not taking care of themselves?  Instead it is poor Amy Winehouse who selflessly gave of herself and refused anything in return?  She watched her weight religiously and only smoked crack out of sterilized pipes for Christ's sake.  She obviously took great pride in her appearance, and was very thankful for the natural gift of melodious voice she was blessed with.  And God had to go and strike her down tragically in her prime like the vindictive cunt he is.  Why?!?!?!?!  I do not want to live in a world where a truly good and decent human being can't show up late to concerts and when she does show up she is so fucked to the eyeballs on 4 different intoxicants that she can't remember her own lyrics and gets booed off the stage by the thousands who spent their hard-earned money on the tickets and smokes all day and drinks like a fish and snorts tons of coke and smokes copious amounts of crack and shoots smack and disrespects everyone in her life and then cooks up the speed ball of all speed balls and overdoses....where that person is violently ripped away from us at a young age with her whole life of getting fucked up and not caring about anyone but herself in front of her.  I don't want to live in that world for one more fucking minute. 

This bitch won awards for a song where the chorus went: "They wanna make me go to rehab, and I said no, no, no".  And guess what, she didn't go to fucking rehab.  She talked the talk and she walked the walk.  If you don't respect that, you are an asshole.  She didn't pussyfoot around and say she was clean, then relapse, then clean, then court date, then rehab, and all that annoying shit.  She just put the pedal to the metal and drove the bus right off the fucking cliff.  She committed to something and saw it through to the bitter end.  That is grown man shit where I'm from, son.  Hey, smack and crack aren't really my bag (if I saw a speed ball I'd probably drop into the fetal position in the corner and piss my pants whilst sucking my thumb and crying while the bikers fought over who got to beat me up first), but who am I to tell you it can't be your thing?  And if it is your thing, be the best at it.  And if doing it so awesome that you die isn't the best, then what the fuck is?  You think Joe Paterno is going to be called "tragic" or a "failure" when he collapses on the sideline and dies during a game?  Hell no.  So I say rock on Amy, you fucking won.