Chris Cornell’s name has that electric edge of death all over it now.

Maybe this doesn’t happen to people who aren’t …… whatever it is I am as far as dead people go, but when I say the name of a dead person out loud, I feel like it shouts exclamation points into the sky.  Like it rustles the fabric on the veil that cloaks the doorway to the Other Side.  Like it echoes to their unbeating heart down some long, unseen corridor.

That probably doesn’t make sense, but then again, none of this does.