Yes. It's true. The worst thing that anyone could possibly imagine has indeed come to pass. Oasis are no more. The news has sent echoes - no! - screaming jetbursts of white-hot pain bolting through the world's broadband pipes at twice of the speed of demons. And as ever, you've been writing to us in your thousands: for comfort; for a friendly ear; for leadership. You are lost and frightened, longing for direction and purpose. And we will give it to you. But you're not ready yet. You haven't suffered enough. You're too strong. You may resist.

In the meantime, we've gathered together a selection of your emails about the split. Have some tissues ready, because it's moving stuff. Not to mention highly erotic.

So crack open a beer, scratch your arse and prepare to feel the pain of your fellow fans. Let's remember together the happiness that Oasis brought us. Let's remember the laughter and the tears. Let's get a bit emotional in football tops and then act all surprised in two weeks when they get back together. (NOTE TO SELF: edit according to status of band in two weeks)

I can't believe it! I'm knocked sideways! Jolted violent till my joints seized up, mate! Fucking blinded by the light of this 15 megaton nuclear explosion of revelation! Ninja news! Whoosh! Schlock! Decapitation fact, son! Oasis broken up! Totally unexpected! Fuck...

alaindebotton@gmail.com

I remember when Sutho (former NME editor Steve Sutherland) first tipped me off about this new band from Manchester: Oasis. He said, "Alan - they're wank. You'll love 'em!" We had this thing going, me and Steve, we had a thing for dredging up the most uninspiring, mediocre shit we could find and foisting it upon the record-buying public: me releasing it, him writing about it, towers of concrete hyperbole, talking it up like it was going to change your fucking life - Teenage Fanclub's Jangle Revolution! 18 Wheeler Will Destroy John Major! Ride Fucks The Economy! - see if the dull-eyed bovine fuckheads would buy it. And of course, they did! We thought it was hilarious. Did get a bit out of hand later on, though, didn't it? That's why we had to kill the original Liam.

Alan McGee (Creation Records founder)

Everything changed the first time I saw Oasis live in 1994. I remember watching them stand there like waxworks, eyes fixed firmly on their instruments, Liam with his hands behind his back, plodding through their stodge with workmanlike efficiency. And I remember thinking, this is the most exciting live band in Britain today. Why, they're going to rip the music scene wide open like a huge, quivering cock of wrong. And now it's over... And still no-one gives that much of a shit outside Western Europe.

Big Jim, 53, Rochdale

Oasis' lumpen, mid-tempo pub rock gave my life meaning. Noel's vague lyrical platitudes taught me how to be a better person. In a world without their self-absorbed, macho hedonism, there's simply nothing left to believe in.

Yorp

When Noel Gallagher wished AIDS upon Blur's Damon Albarn and Alex James, we were naturally outraged. But now we can see the funny side. Great lads, great days, great music. They'll be missed.

Phil Farley, Terence Higgins Trust

Excuse us while we have a little cry.