....how do you feel? I think we're all in agreement that when a murderer, terrorists and those types die, that none of us sheds a tear. Yet, when someone you dislike, or even hate, dies, how do you feel? I couldn't stand Johnny Cochran after the O.J. Simpson case. I know he was doing his job, but I detested him. When he died, I wasn't happy, but I remember feeling nothing, just nothing. Not sad, not happy, just nothing.

I felt almost the same way when my grandmother died. My mother had a terrible upbringing because of her, and I had no fond memories of her. When she died, I felt bad for my mother, who had mixed emotions; me, cold as ice. It was weird.

If someone I disliked or hated die, I wouldn't miss them. If my mother's mother were to die I wouldn't miss her. She was a horrible woman. For all I know she might be alive. It's hard to say. Leaving your child at the hospital is bad enough. Add to that dismissing a grandchild because of a vision impairment you choose not to accept maikes it worse.

I wouldn't miss my mother's first or second ex-husbands if they were to die. IT would be a relief as they were horrible mean-spirted people.

I've been lucky as far as family goes. There's nobody that I hate. There were some people that treated me awful when I was younger and frankly, I wouldn't lose any sleep over them if they died. I guess I don't forget easily.

There only a few people that I truly hate with a passion if they died I wouldn't care at all.

My grandma and I weren't close; she was resentful towards me. I was 9 when she died and it didn't effect me on a personal level but I knew she had many people who loved her so I felt I should put myself aside and try to comfort those who would be deeply effected. I do often wonder about her; I would love to go to a medium and see what she has to say to me if she would choose to show up at all.

Close to 15 years ago (when I was in fifth grade), the school I went to hired this sign language interpreter. OH MY GOD SHE WAS HORRIBLE. She was such a bitch, and every single kid at school thought the same thing I did. I believe she was about 27 or 28 at the time, but she looked like absolute ****... Come to find out, she was suffering from a lot of health issues. WHAT these issues were, I don't know. But they made her look like she was about 50 years old.

She acted like she was the boss of everyone at school... Think of Trunchbull from the book "Matilda" - only this lady didn't swing girls around by their braids and she wasn't 300 pounds. But she was just as scary as Trunchbull. I just hated that lady so ****ing much... I wished she was dead quite a few times during that school year.

Then, guess what... March of 1996, she DID die. I think she passed on a Friday or Saturday that year - I know it was on a weekend day. The following Sunday night when kids returned to school (residental school), the superintendent was there and held an assembly right after dinner to talk about her passing. We were all surprised to hear of her passing... But I felt nothing. As far as I was concerned, that bitch wasn't going to be around anymore to make my school life a living hell.

As for family... I wouldn't bat an eyelash if I heard that my cousin (immediately behind me in age by six months) died. The last few years have seen him turning into a huge d-bag and just being a HUGE a-hole to everybody in my family. I could go on forever... I wouldn't give a **** if he died. I wish he would shut up... permanently.

I am not a cold or calous person by any means. That said if someone I knew whom I did not like would die, to be honest it would be hard for me to mourn for them. Not to get polticial, but I resent polticians from Mr. Obama on down for various reasons, and if anything happened to any of those folks, I can honestly say there isnt one of them I would mourn for. I wouldnt go out and celebrate etiher, because no matter how I feel about people I dont like, there are people out there who love them.


Again I dont mean to sound uncaring or mean because I am not, but thats just how I feel.

I guess I'm rare. I can't help but feel bad for everyone, even people I hate. I feel guilty for hating anyway. If someone I really didn't like died, I wouldn't bawl about it...but I would feel bad. I'd feel bad that that person was maybe a jerk, and feel bad that that's what their lives amounted to. I don't know, that's just the way I am. Hating isn't something that comes to me easily. If I hated a person, then talked to them face to face...I'd feel guilty for even hating them. I don't like that lack of peace so I'm always trying to make things right with people. Someone mentioned not feeling bad if Obama died. I can personally say that if Sarah Palin died, I'd feel bad...and I can't stand her. I remember hearing about Miley Cyrus' bus getting into a crash last year and was legitimately concerned that she got hurt...and I can't stand her, either.

I had a friend (using the term loosely) at work who died of liver cancer last December. Off and on for years, he was this complete Jeckyl and Hyde character. He could be so nice and pleasant on one hand, and make you think he was your bud and that he supported you, and then he could turn right around and mutter snotty things right in front of you under his breath. You could never figure out what his mood was going to be like. He acted like he was my friend one day, and the next day, he would act like he had a bug up his ass, complaining and directing crappy things toward you if he happened to be in a foul mood. I kept telling myself, "Greg, don't get too secure, don't get too close, he's going to hurt you and make you feel like s***." And of course, I would ignore my own advice and trust him. And as usual, he would act like a total pusbag and treat me, and others at work, like crap. He brought one of my co-workers to tears with his snide, insensitive comments one evening. It was even affecting her performance at work on the phone with customers, so she decided to move to a different station. Not too many people liked him. They thought he was mean, boorish, and so full of himself.

So one Saturday last November before work, we were all yacking about whatever, and I piped up with a comment about another co-worker and their idiosyncracies, and he took it to mean that I was "bad-mouthing" his buddy.
He said, "Greg, if I hear you say anything bad about (our co-worker), I will trip you downstairs." I was so upset and LIVID that I got up and walked away without a word, and took a walk down the block for a while to cool off--but I stayed HOT in my anger!!!!! :livid: I ranted and cursed--I just wanted my co-worker who just went off on me to just DIE!!!!! I couldn't stand him anymore, he always acted intimidating and threatening, like he was the boss of everyone and acted better than any of us. So I resolved that I would NEVER speak to him ever again. I just didn't want to get hurt and upset by having to deal with him again. So it was like that for the next few weeks. I was fine with it. At some points I wanted to say hello or make pleasant small talk with him, but I waited....It never happened. I did hear later that after I stormed out, he said "Looks like Greg is about to start crying..." Tears were NOT the emotion I was feeling!!! If he only knew....

I found out later that he was terminally ill, and that after Thanksgiving, he was gone, staying at home, very sick. When I found out he had died, I was shocked and surprised--but not sad. To this day, I have not felt sad. I still feel angry toward him. I wished that things had gone better before the end,
but I remember what he had said the last day I spoke to him, and all the other stupid, insensitive things he had said to me and my friends. Maybe his cancer had a lot to do with his attitude, but I don't care. I'm sensitive, and I don't treat people like he did. I don't feel bad about the way I do about him.
He pushed me one too many times, never saying he was sorry.

If I really dislike someone because they have been mean or nasty to me, or to someone I like, I don't mourn the death at all.

If someone i disliked died, i would feel bad for them. I don't wish death on my worst enemy.

I'd feel a little upset, but then I may move on.

I don't wish death on my worst enemy.
I doubt anyone here does either. That's not the discussion.

It depends on the person I guess.

My dad and my stepmom, ugh. I STRONGLY dislike both of them.

If they died, I would not be happy but I doubt I'd be too sad or affected for that matter. I know that sounds harsh, but neither of them has contributed ANY good to my life (minus half of my DNA on my father's part), and neither of them makes any effort to even keep contact with me now. I'd comfort those who WOULD be affected by either of their deaths but as far as I go, apart from the initial feeling of shock, I'd just move on with my life.

If my grandmother (my mom's mom) died tomorrow, I'd feel bad that she chose to make life so hard on herself and those around her. She could have been a much better person, and she chose to be greedy and nasty instead. That's the sorrow I would feel.