Someone whose only interaction with me was calling me a communist faggot (or something to that effect) has died.

Forgive me if this journal seems cold but this is what happens when you leave a legacy of hate and unpleasantness: that's all people will remember about you. Now, it's too late for him to say anything else and so to me, he'll always be the guy who called me a communist faggot and nothing more.

I can't call it schadenfreude because I'm not really enjoying this. Personally, I think it's a waste that this is all I and a number of other people experienced of this person. Judging by some of the other comments I saw from him my experience is hardly unique. Some people say he was a good guy but I never saw any kindness from him, and now I never will. I kind of wish I could remember something other than what he said to me when he didn't even know who I was.