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Kris Kristofferson

American country singer, songwriter and actor.

Born June 22nd, 1936 in Brownsville.

Died September 28th, 2024 at 88 years old in Hana. [ref]

Occupations
composer, film actor, guitarist, military personnel, recording artist, singer, singer-songwriter, voice actor
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Kris Kristofferson, a renowned singer, songwriter, and actor, passed away on September 28, 2024 at the age of 88. He was born on June 22, 1936 in Brownsville, Texas to Mary Ann and Lars Henry Kristofferson. Throughout his illustrious career, Kristofferson achieved great success in the entertainment industry. He wrote and performed numerous hit songs, including "Me and Bobby McGee", "Help Me Make It Through the Night", and "For the Good Times". He also acted in over 70 films and TV shows, earning critical acclaim for his performances in "A Star is Born" and "Alice Doesn't Live Here Anymore". Kristofferson had a deep love for music, which he inherited from his mother who was a musician. He attended Pomona College and later served in the US Army, where he began writing songs. His talents and contributions to the arts were recognized with numerous awards and accolades, including three Grammy Awards, a Golden Globe, and induction into the Country Music Hall of Fame. He was also a member of the supergroup The Highwaymen, along with Willie Nelson, Johnny Cash, and Waylon Jennings. Kristofferson will be remembered for his iconic voice, poignant lyrics, and captivating performances. He was a true legend in the world of music and entertainment and will be deeply missed by his fans, friends, and family. He is survived by his wife Lisa Meyers, his eight children, and several grandchildren. His legacy will continue to live on through his timeless music and inspiring artistry.

For life be, after all, only a waitin’ for somethin’ else than what we’re doin’; and death be all that we can rightly depend on. Bram Stoker