I didn't get a sense of “gloating”, but rather spiritual irony (if that's possible).
The part about the plane crashing into a cemetery that has a huge memorial to the unborn victims of abortion is pretty breathtaking.
Remember that there is no word for “accident” in the original Hebrew language.
Eventually a plane was going to crash in this graveyard which is at the end of a runway. Eventually a small private plane was going to crash somewhere, that class of plane having a higher than average probability of crashing. Eventually all of these people were going to die, that being the fate of all mankind.
All of the probabilities converge on a small private plane full of an abortion provider's progeny.
Stuff does happen.