“Hey there all you horror sweeties, I’ve got a sloppy poppy oopy goopy murder of a three year old little girl brought to you by Squarespace”

Humans have had a taste for the macabre at least for as long as we have written history. Public executions used to be a past time activity (even Jesus’ crucifixion is told like it was a public show), the morgue of Paris was a tourist attraction, even the sanitised (and controversial) Body Worlds exhibition has no trouble finding an audience. Maybe what’s weird is our relationship with death and putrefaction. It happens to everyone yet it’s somehow in bad taste to talk about it.

If I was murdered and the case went cold for a long time, you bet I’d want everyone hearing about it after the case finally gets solved. But that’s just me.