What a ghoulish fulfillment of the Celebrity Rule of Threes.
I dunno... I'm of a mind to believe that there isn't something awful enough one can do to deserve death. I don't think that anyone who's ever lived has ever deserved to die... even with the worst of us, the needed communal effort as a species against going into that dreamless sleep supercedes any sin. Sadaam Hussein, Adolf Hitler... the guy who cut me off in traffic, the guy who murdered my cousin when I was a kid... Ted Bundy, Ben Stiller, nobody.
All this said, you wonder who he would've been able to rat out had he gotten to live and talk. Oil For Food culprits in the UN? The neo-con progenitors in Washington who propped him up? All his death does is further burying the secrets to which he was the primary witness further into the ground with his corpse.
Maybe a martyr has been created, maybe it hasn't... maybe this is a milestone, maybe he's one more corpse in a growing pile of Cold War blowback sacrifices.
But nothing's been gained, as far as I can tell.
If for nothing else, the son of a bitch probably had some stories to tell that could bring down more than a couple of gods and monsters and... even if you could deserve death, I'd think that usefulness would trump anything else. But I'm possessed of a contradictory combination of humanism and cynicism and I could be wrong.