and who says all of us drank to the death of osama? alot of people would have drunk to the memory of their loved ones, who may have been killed or wounded by the group that osama led. so with his now dead all those deaths arn't a pointless, it can be easier to accept a tragety if it's not a pointless waste.
Move him into the sun—
Gently its touch awoke him once,
At home, whispering of fields unsown.
Always it awoke him, even in France,
Until this morning and this snow.
If anything might rouse him now
The kind old sun will know.
Think how it wakes the seeds—
Woke, once, the clays of a cold star.
Are limbs so dear-achieved, are sides
Full-nerved,—still warm,—too hard to stir?
Was it for this the clay grew tall?
—O what made fatuous sunbeams toil
To break earth's sleep at all?
by Wilfred Owen
1893-1918, written in 1918