And the Angel(?) said unto them, "Fear not, for I bring you good tidings of great tanning booths.
Lo, this day, a trainwreck has been born. You shall find her likeness being sold on t-shirts on the boardwalk, to be worn as a joke or by your step-father as he eyes you uncomfortably from the other side of the porch while downing a third beer at 11 o'clock in the morning."
And yea, the Lord saw that it was trashy.
Context is probably no longer comforted by the thought of angels.