So You Opted Out ("Dale : " Revisited)

Do I have the right to be angry with a dead person? I'm not even sure what to call a dead person. Is he a corpse? Is he a soul? If he's a soul, is there a distinction between one that is dead and one that is living?
I met him about 33 years ago when he had a lover/life partner and they spent their life rescuing animals (some domestic, some farm) in rural Charles Town, West Virginia. The long and the short of the story was that they gave up the rescue life for reasons unknown to me. Were they mismanaging money? Did they fail to file taxes? Did the work just become too hard and painful and difficult to maintain without resources such as volunteers?
The care of the critters fell into the hands of others and they left West Virginia and moved back to Meigs County, Ohio. Dale was a mess. He had a fractured hip (maybe two) that had never quite healed 100%. He also got burned by a fireball and lived on antibiotics due to constantly becoming infected by this, that, or the other. He and his partner then got hit by a car that smashed a lot of bones and such.
His partner developed cancer. I never asked where it was or what kind it was. He had dementia and was in and out of a VA hospital. Eventually, the partner passed away and was buried in the family plot. And Dale lived alone in that tiny bungalow in Meigs County, Ohio.
Dale had no job, and I never knew what he lived on. Probably general relief (what we used to call welfare). He was also in constant pain because he couldn't afford appropriate pain medication. So, he cooked up his own. Ain't legal to cook up analgesics so he got himself arrested. He ended up in prison.
He came out and I never saw him again. He lived with his mom for a while until her republican xTian hillbilly rambling got too much for him. So, he moved in with his gay 'son' (a young man that said that he was his long-lost son but who never provided DNA testing) and the son's BF.
Dale came down with internal bleeding. The esophagus? The liver? Who knows? Does it matter? It was fatal and no doubt painful.
But Dale is now with the late lover/husband/boyfriend (assuming you believe that souls live on after death and meet up somewhere in the ethers).
Dale was one of those people that I cared for/about, but--I don't think--he cared for me in kind. You know what they call a person who loves someone and that someone doesn't love him back? They call him an a**hole. I that's what I felt like.
I've never been to a point where living was too unbearable to continue. I'm the one who answers NEVER to those suicide / homicide questions when they are asked. I hope it never comes to that.
I don't regret having met Dale and the late lover/husband/boyfriend. I considered them both to be my friends. I grieved when Dale lost the love of his life. And I grieved when Dale died. But no one around me really felt the same. The sentiment was that he brought everything on himself. Maybe he did. I hope he's in a better place.