There's both so much and so little to say, really. She was a powerful icon with a raw, sexy, and self-possessed image at her peak, and Back to Black is a classic of proportions so rarely seen in our age. There's the depressing feeling that someone - anyone - should have had the will power to stand up and smack her upside the head and point out what a mess she was making her life as she continually spiraled downwards, and the strength to keep doing so until she cleaned up. Addiction is terrible and powerful, but no one can pull themselves up alone, and I cannot help but feel like we, as a culture, sort of put our hands in the air and gave up on Amy, especially after her most recent concert, essentially sealing her fate. Her soulful, unmatched voice will be sorely missed by this poster, as will her largely overlooked sense of humor ("You tear men down like Roger Moore"), but at least she left behind a masterpiece album that was worthy of her talent and persona.
Oh, and the selfish part of me will always wish she had settled down long enough to record what would have been an instant classic Bond theme with Mark Ronson.