Whitney Harris, a lead prosecutor at the Nuremberg Witch Trials, should be presenting his case to Saint Peter right about now. I wonder if the heavenly gatekeeper will have any difficulty deciding what to do with the soul of the victorious avenger.
Harris, who died at the ripe old age of 97, wrote at least one book about his deeds in and about Nuremberg, which included "getting the confession of" Rudolf Höss, erstwhile commandant of the Auschwitz labor camp. Hard work that was, for confessor and confessee alike (Höss had to write it by hand, but given the pending death sentence, he may have been in no real hurry anyway).
At least Harris, alone among the prosecutors, had the guts to actually attend the executions he had secured. He may need more of those guts if he receives justice in the hereafter.