Oh, I think we might all be here to see it. Three of my (cough, spit) relatives sent my grandparents to the grave. In short order they met with their own bizarre and surprisingly fitting deaths. One burned himself up, another suddenly developed a fatal health problem, and the third died of a heart attack at a young age.
it's so hard not to take some sort of satisfaction from that kind of thing.. it's something I struggle with all the time.. wishing ugliness upon my enemies..and cheering at their downfalls.. and yet, we aren't supposed to do that.. sigh.. being human is HARD!