The fiery end of Andrew Joseph Stack in Austin, Texas, is one of those times.

Some might think it is poor form to insult someone while his wife, his daughter, his friends and his family still grieve. To that we respond by pointing out, with all due respect to the grieving parties, that Stack, in his final words and actions, insulted every working person, including many of those grieving for him (or what’s left of him).

Stack’s suicide note, a meandering manifesto of the “middle class” sense of entitlement, was more than just a series of jabs at the Internal Revenue Service and federal government. It was a rant that exposes the fear in every “middle class” speculator, swindler and middleman: the fear of being cast down into the working class.

For nearly 30 years, Stack sought to cheat and swindle his way to greater success among the rising crop of “middle class” professionals in the information-technology industry. And every time he thought he had the perfect hustle, he got busted.

But every one of these efforts was for a single goal: to avoid being like the working-class family he lived next to when he was a student. He didn’t want to have to face the possibility that he might end up pushed into the working class in capitalist society.

(Not that he really faced such a possibility. No, “middle class” losers like Stack aren’t thrown into the working class; they end up as managers for someone else.)

Stack’s message — his real message —  was clear: He’d rather kill himself and others than face the (unrealistic) possibility of having to actually work for a living.

That is an insult to every working person who has to get up every day and go out to produce and serve, in order to provide a comfortable life for those who live off their labor. It says that, in the mind of Stack (and those “middle class” elements who identify with him), our lives are worth less than his — indeed, that they are worthless.

This is why, when we have been asked about our opinion of Stack’s action and his “manifesto,” we have decided to not hold back on what we really think: Our only regret in Stack killing himself the way he did is that he killed someone else while doing it.

Apart from that, we cannot think of a more fitting end for such a piece of social shit. Our only hope is that he survived the crash so that he could die slowly in the fire.

If there is a Hell, we hope Stack is there, experiencing his great fear for eternity.