Not at the deceased Raoul though, because, y'know, that would be sensible. And this is shit-on-my-shoe level British society, which doesn't do sensible when batshit insane or compensation-chasing are available options.
His brother and uncle are a tad upset they didn't get chance to have a little talk with him when he was busy doing his Kurt Cobain impersonation, although perhaps if they'd had a little sit down and discussion with him a bit sooner about steroid abuse, wandering around with weapons and generally acting like someone for whom prison was going to be an eventuality, then maybe he wouldn't be occupying a slab with a head like a polo mint.
Raoul Moat had three children, including a daughter who'll only ever know him as the man who shot mummy, who will grow up under the shadow of being fathered by a man who declared war on the police, had a history of violence, murdered a man, shot the woman his said he loved and finally ended himself whilst an ex-footballer farcically tried to get to see him with a kebab and a tinny.
Really, Chris Morris wouldn't have dreamed this up as satire.
Maybe Angus and Charles Moat would be better off trying to ensure Raouls offspring take a different road in life than their father? Just a thought.
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