At some point it’s less about your target’s despicability and more about your own vindictiveness.
“John Wycliffe died of his stroke on the last day of the year. The religious authorities had never excommunicated him because they feared public opinion–the people loved John and his fame was international. So he was buried in consecrated soil. But about thirty years later, the Council of Constance revenged itself on his criticism by condemning his teachings and ordering his bones to be dug up and burned.
“But the burning of such a man’s bones could not end his influence. As John Foxe said in his book of martyrs, ‘though they dug up his body, burnt his bones, and drowned his ashes, yet the Word of God and the truth of his doctrine, with the fruit and success thereof, they could not burn; which yet to this day…doth remain.'”Christianity.com, “John Wycliffe on His Death Bed”