I'm trying to imagine how I would feel if someone tried to assassinate me. I'm stuck on a complete inability to imagine anyone caring enough about what I am doing to make an attempt.
You will need to negotiate with Miss Meow and Mr Woof regarding my estate. I expect they will be happy to exchange them for appropriately yummy treats.
Same here. I'd rather live an uncontroversial life of plain living and good acts and be missed by only a handful of people than gestures in Trump's general direction stir up a hornets nest of cultish populism and intolerance and be missed by a gunman.