I didn't mourn for the closing of CBGB, only for the children whose parents put them in CBGB's onesies. Now developers are turning the alley behind the old club into a mall, and even that doesn't bother me. Gentrification is fun. But they insist on calling this shopping center "slice of the Left Bank," and that annoys me. Pablo Picasso, Jean-Paul Sartre and Ernest Hemingway were not mallrats. [via Curbed]

"Hilly Kristal turns out to have been a millionaire. Just weeks after the legendary former CBGB owner passed away, his heirs—who thought Kristal was broke—are finding out that the old punk impresario was worth a surprising $3.7 million." [VV]

So, as a surprisingly large number of you knew (note to advertisers: Gawker readers are not old, just incredibly aware of New York City history!), the photos in our contest this morning were of 77 White Street, 57 St. Mark's Place, and 213 Park Avenue South, respectively the former homes of the Mudd Club, Club 57, and Max's Kansas City. And that's pretty much all we have to say about the closure of CBGB's until we report live from the inevitable opening of the Las Vegas version. Reader "Least Wanted" was quickest off the mark; he wins a signed copy of Chris Epting's James Dean Died Here: The Locations of America's Pop Culture Landmarks. We salute those of you who got it right on your impressive cultural knowledge and your surprising ability to recollect these locations given your advanced years (advertisers: just kidding!).

Despite a last-minute rally yesterday in Washington Square Park and the best efforts of Steve Van Zandt and Public Enemy, legendary punk club CBGB's is no more. The building's landlord, the Bowery Resident's Committee, has decided not to renew the venue's lease, which expired at midnight (the tenants, rest assured, will hold on to their keys while they fight the issue in court). During yesterday's last-ditch attempt to keep the landmark alive, supporters expressed doubts: