An image that I liked -- from a music store near my house. I have a (bad?) habit of spending an hour in the mornings playing around with an image like this one.
I think there might be some unconscious, emotional baggage that adds to the attraction of the phrase, "Every Single Item On Sale." Perhaps something along the lines of: Nothing is worth what we pay for it. Not material items, not life itself.
Here is a slightly different version (I like it better) -- brighter, with filmgrain filter added.
This is the original image.
Another version.
The black and white version.
OK, enough wasted time. Now get a shower and make breakfast.