Suicide, overdose, whatever...I don't mourn for nasty, mean strangers.
You know, as recently as ten years ago, I held all of Humanity in high esteem.
Even after the first three or four years of watching the primitives on Skins's island, I was still reminding myself, "Well, they're people too, created by God."
But over time, their incessant irrational Hate "got to" me.
Nowadays, I still hold all of Humanity in high esteem, but I've sort of, uh, "redefined" Humanity.
Humanity = the population of the world - the primitives.