All through middle school &amp; high school, I was falsely labeled as gay &amp; bullied for it. It was 7 years of pure torture just going to school. Eight years ago (20 years after graduation), I was able to talk to &amp; make a level of peace with one of them. Today I found out that he passed away on the 6th. People who know me will tell you immediately that I’m a kind soul, etc. But in this situation, I honestly can’t say that I’m sorry that he’s dead. I feel horrible for being even remotely happy about anyone’s death. But, I also can’t help but feel some relief &amp; comfort that he’s no longer alive.