My father died a horrible death from cancer. I can only imagine that the demon baby eating monster will be carried on a satin pillow through his "ordeal". My comfort is in knowing that his final destination is the burning lake of fire. Meanwhile, I pray that every time he closes his eyes to rest, he hears the screams of the little children that he tortured and raped. I pray that his eyes can never forget their traumatized faces and hear their cries for mercy as he ravaged them. I pray he carries those visions to his bloody grave. There is no punishment that can justly repay this fiend for his merciless killings.