Let’s face it, this is who we human beings really are: Savages who kill each other out of anger, for lust, or to steal each other’s stuff. It’s who we’ve always been…angry, hateful savages who will hack each other to bits over pretty much anything. These people died very badly. They died over money, love, sex, or because they pissed somebody off for the last time. You might be tempted to feel sorry for them, and some of them really do deserve your pity because they were just innocent victims in the wrong place at the wrong time. But for most of these people, you can tell they were up to no good when the Grim Reaper came calling. You almost always know the person that’s killing you…a husband, wife, or your girlfriend’s husband. Or you know the person who sent your killer, like the loan shark you couldn’t repay, or the dope dealer you robbed. You almost always know why you’re being murdered. Some of these victims were bootleggers, gamblers, gangsters…people who, for whatever reason, were living the kind of lives that brought them in contact with their killers. They were into some nasty stuff. And this time, and they couldn’t get out of it. These stories are meant to be food for thought. Some got away with murder, while others clearly did not. Some were just accidents. They all died long before I was born. And saint or sinner, victim or perp, one thing is certain…they are all equal now.