The late, great Amy W., lovingly crafted from pills by artist Jason Mecier. I thought it was amazing, but I sent it to Cat and she was like "I can't, I can't, Amy makes me too sad."
Also, have you noticed more places playing Amy's music lately? It's so weird to be browing in H&M and hear "Rehab" come on and get sort of teary but also want to shimmy and sing along, because the song is SO GOOD.