I may indeed be bad person for reading and enjoying this somewhat trashy book entirely about death. I'll at least admit to being kind of morbid. and I certainly got my daily dose of morbid here. For the most part, it isn't as sensational as it could be (Hollywood Babylon, anyone?) and at least pretends towards a certain amount of E! News level respectability. (No, that isn't saying much.) For the morbid and the star watchers, and not really for anybody else.