Shall we move into literature?
Percy Shelley died just shy of his 30th birthday.
John Keats was 25.
Sylvia Plath was 30.
Flannery O’Connor was 39.
Edgar Allen Poe was 40.
Emily Bronte was 30.
Stephen Crane was 29.
The list goes on.
Oh I’m not sure if she was already mentioned, but I heard Valerie last night and thought of Amy Winehouse. I was very late to her music, but I like some of her stuff.
If only.