Ah, but even before that, Kurt Cobain was winning the race to leave the planet.
And if you're around my age, then here's something to think about: Cobain was 27 years old when he died. In 27 years, he rose to fame, had a successful career, tumbled in a downward spiral of drugs and pain, and ended it with a surprising, historic death. I've been alive for longer than 27 years, and I'm still in fucking school.
Isn't that what we all really want? To have an impact on the world when we finally succumb to that cancer, homicidal doctor, or shotgun? It's the closest we can come to immortality until we finally have the technology to cure aging, upload our brains into computers, or become zombies.*
* Or vampires, but after seeing Twilight, seriously, I'd rather be a zombie than fucking sparkle in sunlight.