Sky News has confirmed that Amy Winehouse was found dead inside of her home in London. I’m going to need more receipts before I do the slow wall fall while silently screaming out, “Wi-noooooooooooo.”
It looks like I got those sad receipts. The police issued a statement to the BBC saying that a 27-year-old woman was found dead in Amy Winehouse’s house at a little after 4pm today.
“Police were called by London Ambulance Service to an address in Camden Square NW1 shortly before 16.05hrs today, Saturday 23 July, following reports of a woman found deceased.
On arrival officers found the body of a 27-year-old female who was pronounced dead at the scene.
Inquiries continue into the circumstances of the death. At this early stage it is being treated as unexplained.”
Unconfirmed reports say that Amy died of an alcohol and drug overdose.
A lot of people are saying that we all saw this coming, but I really didn’t. Maybe I’m naive as all fuck. But I thought Amy Winehouse would outlive us all and make a million more albums and throw spit bombs at a million more bitchy fans. You know, like Keef Richards or Courtney Love. I really don’t know what to say. I’m sure Amy’s sitting around the 27 Club table with Kurt Cobain, Janis Joplin, Brian Jones, Jimi Hendrix and Jim Morrison right now.
Rest in peace, Amy. Your voice spoke to my broken heart, nobody could wore a busted mound of black polyester hair like you and ballet slippers will never be the same again.