Photo: Kurt

Cool Pic. of Kurt May he Rest In Peace

He was a true God of music. And Courtney had to go and have him killed!!!!!!!!!

Courtney did not have Kurt killed. He wanted to grow up become a big rock star and die at 27 just like...jim morrison, janis joplin, jimmy hendrix, but he is different; he commited suicide and these other 3 rockers overdosed. He had it all planned, and it sucks. Francis got stuck with that damn Cortney for her only parent and thats a fate worse than growing up in Aberdeen. But it seems she turned out ok. She just turned 16 and is VERY pretty. Ever since lil' kurt at 8 years old("that f***en Cobain-kid" as he was known)found that marching drum in the Weatherwax high school dumpster, took it back home and used it while he stomped up and down the streets in the flats screaming his little head off, he knew he was gonna be a rock star. Time magazine decalred him "the artist of the decade" for good reason...WE LOVE YOU KURT AND YORU ENTIRE FAMILY.***R.I.N.

Evil_Intentions wrote:

He was a true God of music. And Courtney had to go and have him killed!!!!!!!!!

No, he "killed" himself, but not really because it was all just staged so that he could get out of his contract because he was tired of the repetition and, in particular, that things weren't going his way/weren't working out between he and his band mates the way he'd expected they would.

So he drugged himself up so that he wouldn't feel the pain (he had ALOT of experience on just which pills to take) and just before he lost consciousness from the onrush of the drugs, he took care to position the barrel in his mouth just so so that it would be angled towards his eye socket and not his brain so that the bullet would take out his eye, but not blow out his brains, that way it would be viewed as a drug induced blunder, a 'slip', by those that examined him and lead the record label to believe that the business really had gotten to him and was too much for him to emotionally handle so that they would let him out of his contract, stage his funeral, and let him slip into anonymity, or so was the story I was told by a guy who lived in a really big house up on a hill.