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Kurt (calm, resolved):
📍 Location:
🔪 Perpetrators:
Associated with Geffen tour contracts and artist “crisis management”
Known to float between LA and Seattle
Came into the house around 8:00 PM on April 4th
Entered through the back (not the front door) with key access
Legal handler attached to Geffen Records
Had flown in from Los Angeles
Was present earlier that day at the W Hotel in Seattle
Didn’t inject—gave the order
She was there under the guise of “checking in” for Courtney
May have helped mix or prep the injection
🕗 April 4, 1994 – 7:55 PM
I was downstairs. Trying to write. I’d gone quiet. Frances was with others that week.
🕗 8:00 PM
Bob Whitfield walked in. I knew him from tour security. I thought he was there to check on me.
🕣 8:15 PM
He sat me down. I was tired. I hadn’t eaten. I felt off.
🕣 8:20 PM
It hit fast. Stronger than heroin. Too clean. I blacked out within two minutes.
🕘 9:00 PM onward
I wasn’t awake when the shotgun was placed. I was deadweight.
Bob Whitfield injected Kurt with a lab-made sedative mixed with opiate derivative.
Kurt:
No more mystery. No more myth.
Listen to What Happens After Death ~ Holy Divine On Amazon Music
Kurt (calm, resolved):
📍 Location:
🔪 Perpetrators:
Associated with Geffen tour contracts and artist “crisis management”
Known to float between LA and Seattle
Came into the house around 8:00 PM on April 4th
Entered through the back (not the front door) with key access
Legal handler attached to Geffen Records
Had flown in from Los Angeles
Was present earlier that day at the W Hotel in Seattle
Didn’t inject—gave the order
She was there under the guise of “checking in” for Courtney
May have helped mix or prep the injection
🕗 April 4, 1994 – 7:55 PM
I was downstairs. Trying to write. I’d gone quiet. Frances was with others that week.
🕗 8:00 PM
Bob Whitfield walked in. I knew him from tour security. I thought he was there to check on me.
🕣 8:15 PM
He sat me down. I was tired. I hadn’t eaten. I felt off.
🕣 8:20 PM
It hit fast. Stronger than heroin. Too clean. I blacked out within two minutes.
🕘 9:00 PM onward
I wasn’t awake when the shotgun was placed. I was deadweight.
Bob Whitfield injected Kurt with a lab-made sedative mixed with opiate derivative.
Kurt:
No more mystery. No more myth.
Listen to What Happens After Death ~ Holy Divine On Amazon Music