Was mentioned in another topic, but this really deserves its own.
I don't think I've ever been this taken aback by a celebrity death before. Kenny mentioned it, I looked it up, and for several minutes I honestly couldn't form any coherent sentences. Just a lot of disbelieving utterances.
It's early, so I'm sure there's still more information that'll come out, but it's so far been ruled a suicide. And that just... I dunno, I find it hard to come to grips with. The guy has consistently been mentioned and lauded as one of the greatest singer/songwriters in the music industry for years now, and it's one of the few instances where I actually agree with the masses about that stuff, fully and wholeheartedly. I've recently been trying really hard to write my own music, and Cornell has always, always been at the fore of my mind when I'd think of inspiring lyricists. The guy was a legitimate poet and artist, and exemplified everything I'd personally like to be able to do in my own efforts. I also followed him on facebook, and he'd quite regularly post happy pictures with his kids backstage or while touring. Over his entire career, he consistently wrote dark lyrics, sure, but he never, ever struck me as the deeply depressed type (if that's even why he did it; you never know with artists).
Just watched a video of his very last performance, maybe hours before he died, and the part at around 6:35-7:55 is haunting as hell now. Those lyrics weren't in the original song. Then he followed it with the original lyrics "every word I said is what I mean."
He knew he was going to do it, and practically announced it.
I'm fucking wrecked right now.