I’ve noticed the back and forth happening in the social media world over the death of Rush Limbaugh. People are celebrating and other people are pointing fingers at the celebrators because they think it’s bad manners. If you’re going to celebrate a death, it should be Hitler’s, Bin Laden’s or any other awful human being who made the world around them worse. Wait…that was Rush Limbaugh. He built a career from spreading hate, bigotry and misinformation. He had a recurring segment on his radio show called “AIDS Update” where he ridiculed gay men who had died from AIDS. For those of you who are all “He spoke my language!”, all I have to say to you is that I don’t know if I’m embarrassed to know a person whose language is one of hate and bigotry or if I just feel sorry for you. The bottom line is that Rush Limbaugh chose to spend his time on this planet monetizing hate. He made the world around him worse. People are bound to celebrate having one less asshole on the planet.

But why shouldn’t we celebrate a death?

I can think of two times where I didn’t necessarily celebrate death, but I did welcome it. At our final diagnosis, the doctor told us that Chris maybe had six months left. I would give anything to have him still here with me, but I am so relieved that he left us well before that predicted six months. He was in so so so much pain. It was not an easy death. Liver cancer is no joke. While I mourn having to lose him, I celebrate the speed at which he was taken. The same could be said for my Dad. I feel like Dad had two deaths. First came the death of his mind, leaving his body to linger and suffer before finally letting go. When I got the call of Dad’s passing, all that came to mind was “finally”. I felt that death didn’t come fast enough for Dad and in a sense, I celebrated the arrival of it.

The exception is that with both Chris and Dad, there was a celebration for the relief from pain, but also a celebration of lives lived. It is easy to live the kind of life where people are happy to see you go and Rush Limbaugh latched on to that easy path. He had an audience. He had people who fed on his words of hate, who celebrated along with him as he mocked those AIDS victims. He had people who believed in the lies and hatefulness that came out of his mouth. While some of us celebrate his removal from the planet, we cannot forget Rush Limbaugh was awful because others wanted his awfulness. He had people who listened to him. To have such a platform and to use it the way he did was a waste. I would rather celebrate the life he could have lived.

It definitely makes me think about how and why I want people to celebrate my own death.