The break up of a band did not mean the end of the world. Any good interviewer will say what a dream it was to talk to you because you would elaborate at great length. You weren't afraid to speak of the past and explain hyow your views and your life had changed. In short, you shattered the superstar icon by showing us what a regular guy you were, baking bread, changing diapers, being thirty-something. Elvis never broke free of the star thing, he was always The King, and that's probably what killed him.
Humanity can be very charming.
Perhaps I only see things that way because I was three weeks shy of my fifteenth birthday when you were gunned down. The day after you died I received sympathy calls from friends. Everyone knew how much your music and philosophy affected me. They worry and depression of my adolescence doubled in the months that followed. I compensated by taking drigs and playing guitar as much as possible.