My old man went out to buy a newspaper one morning and dropped down dead in the street. When I got told at work that day by the HR manager I said to him "Oh, right. Is it okay if I go home then?". Later on I was talking to one of my cousins and having a right good laugh with her. My dad taught me the pipes and at his funeral I played as he was lowered into his grave. I smiled and chatted to people at the gathering afterwards, having another good laugh with family in the pub later. Once it was all over and everyone went their separate ways then I broke down in floods of tears, and had sporadic moments thereafter for quite some time. However the husband of Jo Cox wants to deal with this issue is entirely up to him and any criticism is, as far as I'm concerned, somewhat unfounded. To then get into petty mudslinging and end up trading personal insults goes beyond the pale.
Disappointed in you, faraway saint; you're a better man than that.