So i read this click-bait article today about people encountering their childhood bullies as adults. I had several bullies, but one of them was particularly nasty, and I decided to look him up. I found an obituary, and immediately started laughing my ass off. (Yes, I am a terrible person.) He died in 2015. I could not find his cause of death, and I really had to know, so I creeped around on the facebook feeds of his surviving family members and pieced together what I could. He broke his foot in a motorcycle accident a few years ago. He went to work the next day and tried to fake that he had broke his foot at work so he could get comped. They caught him, and he spent some time in jail for it. From what I read, he was doing a lot of meth and pain pills after he got out of jail. His sister said he "took his own life" which could mean suicide or drug overdose. He never got out of Idaho. He only lived to be 38. This guy made my childhood a living hell, and I honestly feel like he deserved even worse than he got. Is it wrong for me to feel this elated and smug about it?