Ok. Time for a Mike Wood hypothetical.
I’m fat. Everyone who has ever met me knows that, and I’m friends with a ton of people on here.
If I had a fucking coronary and died due to my fatness, there’s no fucking way I’d expect people that know me/friends to be like NO MAN YOU DON’T KNOW THE WHOLE STORY, HE HAD DIABETES TOO (I don’t btw ;)…yet) if I was being ridiculed for it somewhere or by someone. I’d expect everybody to make some cheeky fucking jokes, and everyone should know full well it was my own damn fault for not going to the gym and putting the mothafucking cheezbrgrs down.
Until someone tells ‘the whole story’ I’m going to do what anyone would do in my scenario and assume this kid douched out in a gym, fought cops, and was unlucky enough to be part of the few hundred people that die from getting whacked with a tazer a year.
It sucks, it’s extremely unfortunate, but in the end if he’d controlled himself and not flipped out like he did, he’d probably still be around.
Just like if I died of being fat I’d be one of the thousands that die every year from that, it’s unfortunate, but it’s my own fucking fault for sucking at being a human.