Well, my landlady's dead.
I disliked her, since she treated me much worse than any of the other tenants, but I didn't particularly want to read that she'd died this morning. Funeral's tomorrow. Doubt I would be welcome showing my face there anyway, but I might pass by. Death shouldn't fail to make an impression and an improvement for the people left, whoever it is. Whenever it happens, it does make me think, and maybe something worthwhile comes out of that for me, I don't know.