I understand that he was crazy, a murderer, etc., and I'm in no way saying it'd be better if he were alive, but why are we celebrating his death? Yesterday my neighbors shot off fireworks in celebration, people are talking about throwing parties, when my teacher mentioned it today many of my peers cheered. Why the hell are we excited about somebody being dead?? I'll never shed a tear over his death, I'll never say I want him to be alive, but I can't be happy about his death, nor anyone else's. To me, feeling happiness for the suffering of another person is immoral. For god's sake, he was as human as you and I. What he did was awful and sad and pathetic and the fact that he can't do any more harm is great, yet at the same time I feel more pity for him than anger, and his death doesn't bring me any relief or joy. Thoughts?