Ass holes can influence the lives of others from beyond the grave.

My Aunt Hattie was an ass hole. She was caught trying to explain to me when I was 4 years old that my daddy was not my real daddy.
She always declared hereslf boss. She ranted how she was right and others were stupid.

She died in the most horrific way a person can die of cancer. She prolapsed out her rectum and survived in that state for many many weeks.

Her assholedom did not end there. This horrorific death lingered in my Dads mind to such an extent that he developed an irrational fear of death so that when my mother had a stroke, he was caiing hospice first thing and conveneing ethics board meetings at the hospital to remove all care or life saving surgury in order to hasten my mother's death, supposedly to minimize her suffering.

Yet when it comes to an incomprehensible amount of human suffering I do believe our President makes Hattie look like a saint.