why do the good ones have to die?

I’ve just read this article below in The Guardian and I feel angry. And I ask myself – why do the good ones have to die when the pourriture of this world live long, destructive, fraudulent, self-serving, marauding lives while poisoning us all?

Pulitzer prize-winning war photographer, Behrakis, said of his photographs, “My mission is to make sure that nobody can say: I didn’t know.”

Now he’s dead, at the age of 58. And the criminals and gangsters live on. With impunity. I stopped believing in God a long time ago.