I’m not cheering his death, but I am finding it hard to be all heartbroken about it as well.
I feel the same way about it as I would when a guy goes parachuting and the chute doesn’t open. When you engage in dangerous sports, you accept that the dice may come up snake-eyes.
Now granted, getting killed by a deer that you have already shot is a heck of a way to go, but — oh well...
you are one twisted individual.