According to the NY TIMES:

Vic Chesnutt, a singer-songwriter whose music dealt with mortality and black humor, died on Friday in a hospital in Athens, Ga., a spokesman for his family said. He was 45 and lived in Athens.

I first saw Vic Chesnutt play a long time ago in the Crocodile Cafe in Seattle. It was early 90’s and there were a lot of transplanted Athens, GA citizens. It felt like we were in a living room. Years later I saw him play a gig at Fez on Lafayette. He did a great job but I’ll never forget that first time in Seattle and how relaxed, joking and comfortable he was. I don’t think this is the song he’d want to be remembered by, but it is one of my favorites: