I just find it so tragic what true crime culture (and viewing the tragedy of others as salacious escapism rather than an upsetting real life incident) has done to some people.
Now every Sue from Cleethorpes believes that each death they hear about will be the same as the ones they “consume” on Netflix and YouTube. Nobody ever passes away in a tragic accident, it has to be a grizzly murder or a grand conspiracy. And because they are so used to viewing these real life events as content to be consumed rather than grief to be respected, there is little regard for the personal dignity of the families left behind (who are often accused of murder, despite all the evidence pointing to the contrary).
The sooner this genre fades away, the better.