Sean Delaney (musician) - Death

Death

Sean died on April 13, 2003. A diabetic, Sean had suffered a series of strokes prior to his death. Lydia Criss and Bill Aucoin were among those who attended his funeral. Delaney died in Utah, and is buried in the city of Orem. On the bottom of the tombstone read the names of Gene Paul Ace Peter.

Sean started working on his biography in 1997 and initially titled it "SeanSStory." By 1998 Sean had changed the title to "Sean Delaney, The Fifth KISS." He suggested that he brought in an investigative reporter to conduct comparative interviews with the cast of characters in the early years to validate his stories. By December 2001, Sean had essentially completed work on the book and was in active discussions for publication. By 2002 the title had been changed to "Sean Delaney's Hell Box." What was eventually published posthumously was a sparse 118-page work, which was Sean's work completed by Bryan J. Kinnaird. It was vanity published via Xlibris in 2004.

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