My wife and I first kissed on a Good Friday. Neither of us remembers the exact date, but we’ll always remember it was Good Friday. Well, after midnight on Maundy Thursday. The next day I called in sick to work and we went to mass to hear the story of The Passion. I don’t remember why; we were, as we still are, lapsed Catholics. It just seemed like a fun idea at the time.
Kurt Cobain probably had some kind of martyr complex, but he had a sense of humor, too. He killed himself a few days after Good Friday in 1994.