Your taste in women was not the best, but your angst surely came through in your music, driving all of us pseudo-grunge teens in the early 90's into a frenzy of flannel shirts and birkenstocks. Too bad you did yourself in, you could have divorced that nasty whore of a wife and dated Scarlette Johannson like your doppleganger Jared Leto is doing. RIP Kurt Cobain.