Today marks twenty years since the death of Diana, and I still remember it as if it was yesterday. Which is the problem. Two decades of tabloid speculation has twisted our memory of her. Time to let her rest.
It seems we can be forgiven after all for weeping over the deaths of celebrities we never meet. We mourn our own fragility, faced with the reminder that nobody can live forever.
With a re-examination into Kurt Cobain’s death now in bloom, Lyssa Campbell dives into the murky world of conspiracy theories.