On the last evening of his life, as he dined in Sydney, Australia, with his father Kelland and stepmother Susan at the restaurant Flavour of India, Michael Hutchence did not appear to be the sort of alienated rock personality whose despair would overtake him. So spirited was he, in fact, that at one point during dinner he sprang from his chair and pressed a kiss on the lips of the restaurant's enthralled assistant manager. Later, he would chat amiably with strangers at the bar of the nearby Ritz-Carlton hotel, where he was staying, and keep the daiquiris and Moet flowing until...
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