Indeed. The fainting couch is outside the back door, go chill out and loosen your corset if you think it's going too far to make fun of a crippled girl whose fiancee died trying to murder one of us. They are killing us. No level of bantz, insults, dark humor, or any other kind of WORDY BOIS remotely compares. We do not murder them for fun they way they do. Only verbally, figuratively.