Morbid Curiousity.

I have a strange facination with....the strange.

I love cementaries. I love to take pictures there, the peace, the feelings it stirs of loved ones gone by. Spending the night in a grave-yard would be something I'd do, with someone with me. My uncle has slept in one, he made a joke "yeah, it was the best sleep I ever had, not like someone's going to get ya!" Which, is true. But, I still would like someone with me. It'd be too boring.

My mobid curiousity leads me to wikipedia a few times a day, to see what kind of famous people have died and what killed them.

Recently, Larry Davis, a serial killer, was stabbed by another inmate. Philip Rabinowitz, the fastest 100 year old in the 100 meter race - passed away from a stroke at 104. Johnnie Carr, childhood friend of Rosa Parks and civil rights activitist died at age 94. And then I saw, Alec Wildenstein. Now, admittley, I had never heard of any of these people before their passing. But Alec Wildenstein caught my attention because all it said was he was an art dealer and ex-husband to Jocelyn Wildenstein.

Well, who is she? you ask. Yea me too.

So, I look her up. And this is what I see:

Good. Lord. What did this woman do to her face?

Ya know, I have seen the Daniel Pearl video and I never thought anything would make me retract in horror like that. Until her...or it...or pussy-cat?

Curiousity can get the best, and worst, at times.