My grandfather, an attorney and strong opponant of FDR’s attempt to “pack” the Supreme Court, cheered that “the SOB is dead”.
So did my grandpa. He was the only person in the family who would admit to being a Republican during FDR's reign.
My grandfather, a "lunch bucket Democrat" and Al Smith man who thought, in his youth, that William Jennings Bryan spoke directly to God, told my father that he'd voted for FDR "once", as in "one time .... only".
He saw something in FDR during a political trip to DC that led him to distrust and dislike him. Asked about it, he would say only, "look for a crippled mind in a crippled body."
He was an assistant county prosecutor and tough as a hickory stick. He didn't like FDR's bunch -- "bomb-throwing Communists" he called some of them, relating that some of Eleanor's guests for tea on the White House lawn had the Secret Service climbing the drapes.