I'd rather people publicly wish me to run out of milk than privately wish me dead.

Well, who knows what MixedNuts' wishes? Wishing wedrifid runs out of milk doesn't exclude this latter possibility.

I'm also reminded, of all the silly things, (the overwhelmingly irrational) Simone Weil:

If someone does me an injury I must desire that this injury shall not degrade me. I must desire this out of love for him who inflicts it, in order that he may not really have done evil.