Thanks for the Memories Mr. Cornell

I remember where I was when Kurt Cobain's body was discovered in April of 1994.  I was working as a bank teller, listening to terrestrial radio, lamenting the fact that I wouldn't be attending the Pearl Jam concert that night.  When my slightly older co-worker found out, she wondered aloud whether it must have felt for my generation like John Lennon's death felt for hers.  I didn't know how to answer.  
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