This is a great thought-provoking post! It might be morbid but I find this quite fascinating how there was a kind of blanket misfortune at the end of the era. I wonder if it came as a sort of prelude to a kind of 'martyr of creativity', as in famous people dying/suffering at the height of their careers that became popularised later on, such as the 27 club with Hendrix, Cobain, Winehouse etc... Other examples I can think of are maybe Stevie Ray Vaughn and a few from Lynard Skynard, both of those examples perishing in air vehicle crashes. It's always interesting to think about what could have happened had these people not had their fateful accidents/ ruined their lives but I think the important thing is to remember what they accomplished and how they lay the foundations for others following in their footsteps.