Ohhhhhhhhhh no...
Teethed on his music, toddled to the sound of my mom learning banjo using his how-to book and record, then mixing those banjo techniques with her own guitar style. His music was integral to my whole childhood and teens, less so in early adulthood and more so again lately.
Wowwww. Been dreading this day. I don't know how to honour his passing in a way that'll do him justice. Will give it my best shot. When I figure it out it'll surely be about conscience as much as music.
You RIP, Pete.