Memories of being dead.

I admit it. I love Investigation Discovery television, almost to the point of addiction. True crime has always fascinated me. I am astonished at how people will throw away their entire lives to get rid of a spouse, to cash in on an insurance policy, or just because they want to kill someone out of spite or revenge. The motives and circumstances are endlessly fascinating. And the idea that they think they will get away with it in this day of forensic crime-solving is beyond stupid, even among the most sophisticated criminals. But there is an ID trend today that I find idiotic and annoying as hell. That is the show in which the murder victim is the narrator. In these episodes, mostly on Stolen Voices, Buried Secrets, the victim tells us the details of their death, the progress of the crime, the various suspects. Their narration is always in a mellifluous voice no matter how common or rural they were. And while relating the circumstances, they are always full of of profound philosophies and religious convictions. It's really laughable and nauseating and an unfortunate approach to what could be an interesting crime if done in a more realistic manner. Tonight a new series titled Redrum premieres. Apparently in this series, the crime is reviewed backwards. I'm predicting it's more annoying that clever.