This thread brings up some very interesting moral questions.
I'm torn. On the one hand, he's got what he deserves. On the other, I find it very hard to take pleasure in violence against anyone, since it's just not in my nature to be OK with violence. I certainly don't feel sorry for him, but I'm not celebrating or rejoicing, either.
I feel a kind of nothingness. Not because I'm not horrified by his crimes - obviously, they were more repugnant than words can say. Maybe I feel this nothingness/emptiness because none of this violence against him brings back Holly and Jessica. They're gone; he did something that can never be undone. Tonight I am feeling very sad that they never got to grow up. Such a complete and utter tragedy.
And WHY? Why did he do it? It makes NO sense. Let's say that you're just someone who wants to kill, for the sake of it. Hard to imagine, but I guess that's what murderers want. Why would you do something so irrevocable and so permanent, just to temporarily scratch an itch? And even if you have zero empathy, why risk life inside? Even if you adjust for the fact of murderers being these sick, twisted people with no empathy, going ahead and killing people still makes no sense whatsoever.
I really, really hope that there is a heaven and I hope that Holly and Jessica are having the time of their lives up there.
And I hope that IH goes to hell when his time comes.