So last night I started Christopher Hitchens's Mortality (it's a book of reflections on, well, you guessed it, as he went through the experience of the cancer that would eventually kill him). As I've mentioned, I find gloating over the death of someone else extremely distasteful, no matter how much I dislike the dead person, but I will grant Hitch a dispensation, simply because he places it on the list of the first things that he thought about when receiving his cancer diagnosis:

Will I really not live to see my children married? To watch the World Trade Center rise again? To read—if not indeed to write—the obituaries of elderly villains like Henry Kissinger and Joseph Ratzinger?

Taking a victory lap around the dead is still a dick move, but let no-one claim that anyone else could execute a dick move as well as Hitch.