Would you care if someone you hated died?

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Yes. "Did so and so just die? Sweet!" Yes I would be very happy if someone I hated died.

I wouldn't care. In fact I might be glad.

No, not at all.

wait a sec, does this have anthing to do with being autistic? i doubt even an NT would care if someone the truly hated died...

I can't ever completely hate anyone. It's too easy for me to think of people without any relation to myself and their effect on me, and I have an easy time of separating a person and a person's actions. To me, they are different things. (Consider yourself. What happens in your mind is usually very different from what people see when they're around you, isn't it?)

So, to answer the question... I would care, because I'd be sad about it, and if they were a miserable person [made miserable by their own self] I would be sad that their life wasn't happier.
I feel this way about people who are alive, too, though. It doesn't mean that I excuse them for being how they are, but I guess it's a kind of pity. I think it's sad when anyone dies.

I can think of various people who have treated me absolutely appallingly, who I find it impossible to have any kind thoughts towards, so I suppose I hate them. But there is one woman in particular, who bullied me mercilessly, and who continues to harass me long after I've moved out of her orbit. This is a woman who expends energy to try to grind me down and make me miserable.

Even though I hate everything about her, I feel sorry for her, because unlike me, she can never get away from herself. And if she died I would be very sad for her, because, short of a miracle, she's going to hell.

as weird as this sounds, i might feel more pity for someone i hated than someone i didn't hate.

Someone I hated died this past weekend. This was an old girlfriend's father and the incident that happened was 20 years ago. I was in the living room, he came into the house after getting home from work. I said "Hi" and he started yelling at me about parking my car where he usually parks. I just started dating the girl so I hadn't been in the house but a couple times and had no idea I was parking in the wrong place. But the way he stared me down and yelled, I will never forget. I broke up with her soon afterwards, after she cheated on me. I can understand the stern fathers that boyfriends have to deal and I can respect those men but this guy had hate in his eyes. She recently found me on Facebook after 20 years like nothing ever happened. When she said on her Facebook Page her father died last weekend I felt like responding back "Good, I hated the bastard." His funeral is in a couple days and I have visions of wanting to drive back and forth over his grave and then parking my car right over top of him. There are some mean people you never forget. For some reason this guys death has brought back bad memories. His obituary photo has those same stabbing eyes. This is one reason I hate FaceBook. These blasts from the past can bring back memories I don't want to think about. After they die the hurt doesn't go away.

Hard to say. Deaths in my universe include those I love and some neutrals. If any of the ones I have hated have died, I know not. Don't even know whether some that hated me have died.

I don't think I'd be bothered. But I don't think I'd be glad either.

I would probably be completely apathetic.

If someone I really hated died I'd go to their funeral, get up on the podium and say "I knew __. I just wanted to say..." and then break out singing the "Joy to the world ___ is Dead" song. I'd have a friend in the audience with a video camera and it would go on YouTube.

Then I'd have a "___ is dead" party and invite all my friends. We'd have a part of the party where we pray to Satan encouraging him to give him the most brutally harsh torture ever (even though I don't actually believe in Satan or the Christian God).

Someone I hated? I'd probably feel relieved.

Of course I would freakin care! If I love someone, or hate someone, of course I would care if they died. Love, hate, same thing really. Some people make me so mad that I no longer think about them, and those are the people I don't care about.

The last time someone I personally hated died, me and my friend danced around singing "Ding, Dong, The Witch Is Dead!" We immediately declared that day to be an annual holiday. It was absolutely brilliant.

I'd probably be ashamed of having hated the person.