Good riddance

You’ve got to be pretty cold-blooded to be happy with anyone’s death. And I rarely am.

O.K. I’ll make an exception with Osama bin Laden and Fidel Castro. And let’s not forget the psychopathic dictator of North Korea, Kim Jong Il.

Beyond that, it’s more appropriate to be sort of quietly relieved when a dirtbag checks out.

For example, take Cedric Wills, 18, who was killed in a drive-by shooting last year in Houston.

At first cops thought Wills was killed by rival gang members in one of your traditional shootouts.

Now they think he was accidentally killed by fellow gang member Craig Vincent. It seems that Wills moved in front of Vincent’s gun when the two were hanging out the window of a car in a drive-by shooting.

Don’t you hate it when that happens?

Or take Jesus Flores, 25, who is no longer with us. Jesus went to Jesus about 4 o’clock Tuesday morning at the Polunsky Unit, otherwise known as Death Row, right here in Southeast Texas, in Liberty.

Flores cut his throat. He tried to write something on the wall of his cell with his own blood but guards said it was illegible.

Why was he on Death Row? Because he admitted to and was convicted of killing a Harris County sheriff’s deputy in 2001, Joseph Dennis.

I suppose Flores’ family is sad that he is gone. I sure won’t lose any sleep over it.