Hereโs a bit regarding how he passedโitโs honestly pretty senseless, if you ask me, especially for someone with a soul as deep as the ocean:
On the night of Thursday, May 29, Buckley was hanging out with a friend at the San Francisco Waterfront. He and his companion were listening to some music and playing around with a guitar when Buckley decided to wade, still fully dressed, waist-deep into the water. He started singing and leaned back into the water, right as a passing boat sent a surge of waves toward the shore.
His friend on the shore turned away for a moment to pull the stereo out of the path of the incoming waves; when he turned back, Buckley was gone. After ten minutes of frantic searching, the friend called the police. The Memphis police department spent that entire night scouring the water, continuing their effortsโweather permittingโfor the next five days. Friends were contacted and People in the area were questioned. They found absolutely nothing. Jeff Buckley just vanished into thin air.
The news finally broke around 7 p.m. on June 4: they had found the body of Jeff Buckley. The body had a pierced navelโjust like Jeff'sโand was wearing the same clothes heโd been seen in before he disappeared. His friends eventually identified him, and he was taken to the local morgue to await an autopsy. The agonizing wait was finally over, allowing the grief to pour out for a beautiful spirit, lost far too soon.
(Apologies for the long read...)