A fond, fond memory.

One of the most important things we are taught when we are young is to not to take joy in another's misfortune. We learn early that it is wrong to gloat over someone's misfortune or take delight in the death of someone we didn't respect. If someone you disliked was in a tragic accident or faced a tragedy because of ill health the thing to do is forget your differences, to feel terrible for their family and friends and, if you are religious, which I am not, hope they have reached a better place. Taking all these noble thoughts into account, I can only report something that I feel on a frequent basis: I am so damn glad that Andrew Breitbart is dead.