The family of 28 year-old Brazilian tourist Juliana Marins on Tuesday announced that sadly she passed away during her multi-day ordeal of having fallen off of a cliff and into the crater of Mt Rinjani in Indonesia, the Daily Beast reports “Today, the rescue team managed to reach the place where Juliana Marins was. With great sadness, we inform you that she did not survive. We remain very grateful for all the prayers, messages of affection and support that we have received,” said Marins’ family in a post on Instagram after days of failed rescue attempts by Indonesian crews.

And yeah I need to apologize to readers for the flippant headline “Everybody’s Grown Tourist Woman: The Rescue of Juliana Marins,” using Juliana’s plight to mock the comically over-the-top corny and also depressing aftermath of the 1987 rescue of then-toddler Jessica McClure from a well in Midland, Texas. I was aware of the risk of not awaiting the outcome but had estimated that she would ultimately be rescued. I was wrong and Juliana – by all appearances a spirited, adventurous young lady who was taken far too soon – may have even already passed away by that point. Her family has been through hell these last few days of false hope that only exacerbates the tragedy.

There’s no “but” here, simply an acknowledgement that I’m going to try to be more considerate going forward. I crossed my own line and don’t feel good about it, necessitating this confessional and a re-commitment to being more discerning with my callousness towards the deceased and/or soon-to-be deceased in certain situations. You’ll still see headlines like “Newly-pardoned Capitol rioter newly-dead after being shot by cop” and other such lighthearted treatments when those who fucked around got the ultimate find-out. Sometimes certain readers will have believed I crossed a line, that someone deserves more sympathy than I gave them. It will happen, probably within days.

In summary, I’m an asshole, I realize it, and sometimes I go too far. This time I wanted to be up front about it because I feel pretty goddamned guilty, even if the joke about Juliana was fairly mild.