You suddenly feel very bad about feeling that way about the footballer's death

You feel guilty. What a asshole you are. Just because dude racked you so hard you vomited in the hallway in sixth grade. Forced you down for a uneven unflattering hair cut in Senior high school Gym class in front of a cheering crowd and such. Oh yeah and he fucked your first girlfriend. You no longer feel bad at all. You start smiling again.