Death
Lee committed suicide by hanging himself with a metal dog chain in 2002 at his Miami home. Four notes were found.
Feeder decided to continue, with Grant Nicholas saying, "Jon would have wanted us to carry on." Former Skunk Anansie, B.l.o.w. and Little Angels drummer Mark Richardson helped the band out on drum duties for 4th studio album "Comfort In Sound" before being made a permanent member for follow-up album "Pushing The Senses" in 2005. Richardson later returned to a reformed Skunk Anansie in 2009, before Karl Brazil took over the drum stool. Nicholas later claimed that the chemistry he feels between himself and Brazil, is very much the same way that he felt with Jon.
With an increasingly successful music career, a supermodel wife and a young son, Lee's death was a surprise to the public and sparked a massive reaction in tributes to the drummer.
Lee's funeral took place at St. Mary's Church, Newport, on 18 January 2002, where thousands of fans showed up alongside family and friends to pay their own respects. Matt Page, Feeder's manager, read Do not stand at my grave and weep, as requested by Jon Lee's father, Norman.
Feeder's 1997 single "High" was also played during the ceremony which heard Grant Nicholas say this about his much missed friend:
Jon had such a taste for life, which makes this whole thing such a mystery to us all. He could be the life and soul of any party. Yet, quiet, sensitive and understanding to anyone that needed a friendly ear. I always felt there was a raging fire in his soul which he channelled into his drumming; showing no fear to anything he put his hand to.... Hope you are at peace now, Jon boy. Forever young. Your friend always.
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