When Stalin died, my grandfather's friend Loca was overjoyed (he was in his mid-twenties at the time and had just finished medical school). His parents got him drunk and locked him in a closet where he fell asleep. They were afraid that if he went outside with a look of such joy when the entire country was supposed to be in mourning, the KGB would disappear him.
(Loca, a lifelong anti-soviet and anti-communist, would defect to the west two decades later).