It’s amazing how much easier life is to navigate when you were raised on rotten.com, are mentally healthy, and (less relevant here but more relevant in daily life) have a sense of humor. Especially as to the rotten.com part, as a 10 year old I was enjoying looking at pictures of, like, people decapitated when they fell on the sharp tip of a wrought iron fence, or guys who got run over by steamrollers and had their brains shot through their craniums, with the extended spinal column still attached.

So I have the mental fortitude required to deal with violence imagery, even if (maybe especially if) it appears unexpectedly as happened to these people.

But “modern audiences” as it were seem to have been coddled and protected from birth, and to have been treated to a life where the “needs” of the least stable and most fragile minds were made the standard for all.