Sinéad O’Connor’s cause of death has been revealed #THRNews pic.twitter.com/3cpbybu2lE
— The Hollywood Reporter (@THR) January 9, 2024
Per Rolling Stone:
Sinéad O’Connor died from natural causes, a coroner in London has determined.
A statement said that the coroner has “ceased their involvement” in O’Connor’s death and no other comments would be made.
O’Connor died on July 26 at age 56. The singer’s family confirmed her death in a statement but did not share a cause of death. “It is with great sadness that we announce the passing of our beloved Sinéad,” her family said. “Her family and friends are devastated and have requested privacy at this very difficult time.”…
Following her death, tributes to O’Connor poured in from admirers like Phoebe Bridgers, Jamie Lee Curtis, Tegan and Sara, Tori Amos, and others. Tegan and Sara recalled seeing O’Connor live right before the Covid-19 lockdown began, saying, “Can’t express what an absolutely massive impact Sinéad O’Connor had on us from childhood through adulthood. Her voice, her brain, her bravery.” …
More details will come out, eventually, but let me put this into the record: Irish women are medically notorious for a stoic resistance to seeking medical assistance — we historically tend to treat anything short of gushing blood or passing out in public as ‘it’ll heal, given time.‘ People who have been physically abused, especially as children, also learn to avoid acknowledging pain or distress. Given these factors, it is not at all implausible that O’Connor died of (possibly untreated) heart failure or another one of the medical conditions all too familiar to those of us past our youth — no matter how much more exciting the popcult narratives.
Last year, working in Ireland, having a pint in the cold outside a Dalkey pub with some new friends, a woman with purpose strode past us. Puffy parker zipped to the nape and her bowed head covered in a scarf. One of my new friends muttered an exclamation, jumped up
— Russell Crowe (@russellcrowe) July 26, 2023
and pursued the woman. Thirty metres down the road the friend and the woman embraced and he waived me over. There under streetlights with mist on my breath, I met Sinéad. She looked in my eyes, and uttered with disarming softness “ oh, it’s you Russell”.
She came with us back to the table and sat in the cold and ordered a hot tea. In a conversation without fences we roamed through the recent Dublin heatwave, local politics, American politics, the ongoing fight
for indigenous recognition in many places, but particularly in Australia, her warm memory of New Zealand, faith, music, movies and her brother the writer. I had the opportunity to tell her she was a hero of mine.
When her second cup was taking on the night air, she rose, embraced us all and strode away into the fog-dimmed streetlights.
We sat there the four of us and variously expressed the same thing. What an amazing woman.Peace be with your courageous heart Sinéad.
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