When something - anything - becomes widely known 
and liked, there are bound to be profiteers. 
People who watch for tides of interest like this, 
milk it for all that it's worth, then desert it 
when the popularity or novelty dies down. Often 
they don't care two red pennies for the people 
who actually are interested in whatever the thing 
may be, because the profiteer is usually someone 
who isn't involoved any further than buying up 
things as cheaply as possible and selling them 
for as much as possible.

Cels are a strange thing, since they're one of a 
kind and also different people put different 
values on what is asthetically pleasing. There is 
no real way to say how much a cel is worth until 
you sell it to someone. Only then does it have a 
value. If a cel was worth $20 to someone selling 
it on Yahoo Japan, but worth $200 to someone 
bidding on it on Ebay, so be it.

Personally, what I find far more offensive than 
people who resell cels for outrageous prices are 
the people profiting off of bootleg or imitation 
things. I've stated how I feel about fansubs 
being sold and I've stated how I feel about the 
cheaply printed mousepads and magnets on Ebay, 
but this goes on in legitamate retail stores as 
well. I was in the mall the other day and 
actually saw shirts being sold which had Vash 
(from Trigun) and Kenshin on them. . . Nowhere on 
the shirts or tags was there even a single word 
of credit given to the owners/creators of the 
characters. Some colors in the outfits were 
changed here and there, but any fan of the show 
would know who it was supposed to be. I recognized
those for what they were and left them there, but 
they'll only be bought by someone else who wants 
something Trigun or Kenshin and wants it cheap 
and doesn't care if the creators of the charcters 
see any profit from their hard work.

That is what disgusts me the most.

But profiteers aren't too far behind. ^_~ 
Personally, I usually just leave that particular 
rock sitting there instead of moving it and 
having to see the things crawling underneath. I 
know they're there anyway, no need to look at 
them.

Many Sharp Smiles,
--Drac