At some point I realized that I read the books not so much for enjoyment but to finish before the next month's batch arrived. So I went cold turkey, I stopped reading comics and never went back.
However I had gotten my apartment mate hooked and he decided to take over my subscription. Several years later, this would be the mid-90's, the two of us were walking around and entered a comic book store for old times sake. I saw a rack of new releases and we had a conversation that went something like this.
Me: There's Batman, I thought he was paralyzed.
AM: He got better.
Me: I heard Superman was dead.
AM: He got better too.
Me: And the Flash? I remember when he died.
AM: That's Kid Flash all grown up.
Me: At least Wonder Woman hasn't changed.
AM: Actually that's her mother.
The Chicago Tribune just ran an editorial on Spiderman revealing his identity to the world. No worries, in due time the world will forget.