I'll never forget this day, our entire school mourned, I was in grade 7. I grew up in Cape Breton, grunge bands were hot. Parties mourning K.C. went on for months it was a great reason to smoke weed and drink 2L bottles of wine while hiding in the bush, Or lock yourself in your room and crank up In Utero while smoking cigarettes with our heads stuck out the window! I feel like I could teleport right back to that time, and do it all over again. Thanks for sharing, love how much energy this article brings back. RIP K.C.