Yeah I'm kinda torn on this one. Linkin Park made ridiculous and silly music about real and terrible things that this guy clearly genuinely experienced.

It's a seriously fucked up, sad story of inescapable childhood sexual abuse punctuated by wikky-wikky DJ noises. It's funny and easy to laugh about, but it also makes me want to stare out the window and drink vodka until I fall down. Real talk shit obscured by cheap gaudy packaging, and then the dude is fucking dead.

The "This is my story about the public figure" social media epitaph posts are reaching critical mass.
I think I might just stop making them, I don't know how I feel about it as a cultural convention but my own always make me feel uncomfortable and disingenuous in retrospect.