Death
After suffering a cerebral hemorrhage in July 2008, Finn was taken off life support on August 9, 2008 after never regaining consciousness. Finn died August 21, 2008. At the time of his hemorrhage, he had just finished producing Morrissey's new record, Years of Refusal.
On his personal blog Mark Hoppus recalls
I’m sitting here now and I don’t even know what to type. I’m at a loss for words. Nothing I can say will come close to describing what an amazing human being Jerry was. His talent, his laughter, his love of life. Every day I spent with Jerry over the past ten years I feel like he taught me something new about music, or recording, or life. I think everyone who knew Jerry would say the same thing. I feel blessed to have worked with and learned so much from him, but most of all I am honored to call him my dear friend. Jerry, I miss you already.
— Mark Hoppus
In an interview on Xfm on 13 February 2009, Morrissey said:
His death was astonishing because it was very quick. He had a massive brain hemorrhage followed by a massive heart attack, and he was 39 years old. It was very sad because a few weeks earlier to this we were at his house, listening to the playback and everyone was very happy. And suddenly he had the brain hemorrhage. I was with him for the last few weeks of his life and it was terribly sad. But the lesson for all of us is that this doesn't last forever.
— Morrissey
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