Good riddance to bad rubbish.
Fred Phelps is dead.
And the world is, in an instant, made a better place.
For the record: I don’t hold with the idea of not speaking ill of the dead. Dying didn’t unmake him as an evil asshole who gloried in the agony he caused others for no reason other than his own delusions and self-promotion. I repeat: his death makes the world a better place.
Meanwhile, his family reports they’re not holding a funeral. Cowards and hypocrites to the end, I see.