I love how autist pretend like simping for CRP and celebrating his death like an edge Lord are the only two attitudes.
[...] but no one's going to be mad at the animals or cheer watching the guys dick get eaten.
These feelings are culturally informed. Modern societies frown on cheering while you watch a guy's dick getting eaten, but there is a very strong impulse to do so ingrained in the human mind.
Edgier people are more contrarian and therefore willing to embrace these feelings, but the feelings themselves are nigh omnipresent. This is why there are endless "safe" shows and memes from America's Funniest Home Videos to NASCAR, it's meant lessen the shame from laughing at pain and ease the guilt while you wait for the next bout of incidental carnage.
At the end of the day, these many types of Schadenfreude are powerful forces, they have sway over you from the time you're a
toddler. For a large chunk of the population (adults included) human suffering is inherently funnier than the wittiest comedy. That's just how the brain is wide, and it remains true even after the necessary empathy and sensibility have been shoved in there to repress it. After a certain point in development you get your personal taste in humor, but that just plays a role in which side of the equation wins out: shame or Schadenfreude.
The thing is, if you don't have these feelings
at all (repressed or not) then you are the odd one out.
Coach Red Pill is a 100% voluntary gladiator in the coliseum of bad ideas and now he has received Virtual-Caesar's highest honor: the Blue Checkmark Darwin Award. If you know anything about the situation, how Coach has asked for this outcome in the most petulant and silly of ways over and over and over despite people practically begging him to not be retarded, it is impossible to foist this outcome off as some cruel act of fate or unearned thing.
No, it's simply sad that he's gone, and hilarious to see him go... anyone who disagrees or thinks that's an edgy sentiment needs to take some time and find their
inner child.
Of course that's all assuming he's dead, which is still way up in the air. About as likely his grubby little hands slipped and his phone got fried in the toilet during a late-evening twitter ego searching session.