I'm always sad when I find out about people dying at Bonnaroo. It's never a happy thing. For example, this year two people died. 
Two. 
Out of 80,000. 
That's it!
     Tons of dumb-ass hippies and apathetic junkies running ramshod and listening to god-awful music and only one in every 40,000 doesn't make it out alive? You've got a better chance of dying on the freeway.
So sad. 
I guess we can always hope for better luck next year.