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In my Time of Dying
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Ongoing, First published Mar 19, 2017
~March 21st 2008~

Canadian rock band, Three Days Grace had just finished their performance at The Palace of Auburn Hills (Detroit, Michigan) when the band's front man, Adam Gontier was found unconscious in the dressing room's bathroom. Gontier was found to have an illness which is believed to be incurable. He will be under the watch of medical staff until further notice.  

~March 28th  2008~

Adam Gontier, front man of Three Days Grace has been pronounced dead as of this morning. Friends and family had stayed by his side well after his final breath. Fans have been paying respect by sending in notes and letters to rest of the band. He will be dearly missed.


1978-2008


Nothing is as it seems
-dont-trust-anyone-
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