Etta James, R.I.P.

Even though you were kinda weirdly bitchy about America's Sweetheart ™, Beyoncé, singing your song to the Obamas at the inaugural ball, I still have nothing but good feeling about you, Etta. I listen to your albums that I have all of the time, really and truly I do. I am sorry you died. Dying is the worst and you were the best.