The warmongering fuck finally bit the dust. He's passed on! The monster is no more! He has ceased to be!
Bittersweet - too late for it matter. 100 fucking years! After how many millions of decades of human life he stole. And death won't even stop him from killing more, between the unexploded bombs and the imperial death machine he built. And all along up until the end all our fucking politicians have been happy to schmooze with this unrepentant shit, when the only reasonable response to being in the same room as him should've been to strangle him on sight.