As I was pushing the door open, I smelled death,” Walker said. “And then, as I kept opening the door, there was death staring at me. — Blah blah blah, lady identified by her breast implants, reality show star killer hung himself in cheap motel room. Both perpetrator and assailant can be safely mocked, but the real tragedy here is the motel manager as unintended victim. I’m not sure there is a more harrowing thing for a civilian (ie: someone who is not trained to encounter death for a living) than accidentally happening upon a corpse. The words used to describe these experiences — always unintentionally poetic, just words spewed out without design that somehow make all kinds of sense — strike me in the gut every time.