Scott Weiland lived a trouble life that ended last week in Bloomington, Minnesota after he died in his sleep on his tour bus.   His ex-wife Mary Forsberg Weilend and mother of his two children wrote a very candid and to the point essay urging people to not glorify his demons.

Some people say it's disrespectful, cold, and callous.  I think its honest and genuine, even if it paints an unflattering picture of the man.  This is part of her grieving over a turbulent and trying relationship over the years.

In the letter she discusses how it felt when they learned he died:

The outpouring of condolences and prayers offered to our children, Noah and Lucy, has been overwhelming, appreciated and even comforting. But the truth is, like so many other kids, they lost their father years ago. What they truly lost on December 3rd was hope.

And the fact that he just gave up.
This is the final step in our long goodbye to Scott. Even though I felt we had no other choice, maybe we never should have let him go. Or maybe these last few years of separation were his parting gift to us – the only way he could think to soften what he knew would one day crush us deep into our souls. Over the last few years, I could hear his sadness and confusion when he'd call me late into the night, often crying about his inability to separate himself from negative people and bad choices. I won't say he can rest now, or that he's in a better place. He belongs with his children barbecuing in the backyard and waiting for a Notre Dame game to come on. We are angry and sad about this loss, but we are most devastated that he chose to give up.
I urge you to read the whole letter at Rolling Stone.   Maybe if people remembered us for what we really were after we die, that we would lead better lives.