I just don't understand how people make fun of body, or how somebody died. Nobody knows how we will die, how we will look like.
Also, to me even looking at body is like "disturbing it's peace" a bit; not like soul of that person will hunt me for looking at it, but it feels like I am disturbing it's peace.
I don't know how shit I would feel making fun of it though.
I agree, there is some special beauty in it.
Thing is, disturbing ones aren't the bloodiest ones, but idk for me like 13 year old hanging herself or something :/ maybe, because I see myself a lot of times in situations like that, and think "yeah it could of been me", I understand what their went through their head before it etc, because I have been there so many times before.