I happen to be staying in London when news of the death of Amy Winehouse house happen. My hotel was only a few blocks away from her home. After having such a profound experience at the home of Michael Jackson, I couldn't help but to wonder over and see if the outpour of love was anything like Michael Jackson's house. It was a very different yet also quite moving experience. There were also hundreds of fans there. No dancing and teddy bears and Peter Pan DVDs like at Michael Jackson's house. It was instead alot of smoking and drinking and partying with sorrow. Empty wine bottles, beer cans, cigarette packs everywhere. Similar from what I once saw visiting Jim Morrison's grave years ago. Yet still the same letters from fans, from friends, from strangers letting her know how very important she was to so many people.