I always find myself in inner turmoil when somebody who I view as evil dies. I mean, I thought she was pretty awful person. She caused a lot of damage and didn't care. But that's my view as an outsider.

I'm kind of glad about the fact that this person is not there ruining other people's life anymore. But she too was turned a lot more human in my eyes because of her declining health over the last years. I don't think it's sad that she died. But it doesn't make me happy either. Kind of relieved, maybe?