Whether it's due to an advance in modern medicine or the fact that
misguided rock stars frequent rehab centres like most people do
McDonalds, the so-called "hardcore musos" of today don't seem to die
like they used to. What ever happened to people choking on vomit or
chicken bones in a drug induced seizure or good ol' fashion alcohol
poisoning? Please don't get me wrong, I don't want to advocate drug abuse or suicide but as fucked up as it sounds, there
is a certain romantic notion in living the rock'n'roll lifestyle and
dying in your prime only to be idolised for eternity.
Well, it seems a
whole lot more appealing than falling out of a tree in your 60s (no
offense Keith).
After some digging we uncovered 14 final resting places,
plaques and death certificates of those that lived and died hard. They
hardly seem a tribute to the way they chose to live their lives but that tribute no doubt exists in their music that will be enjoyed for ever.