How often does this happen to you: a killer is captured, a few (never nearly enough) tantalizing details are revealed of his/her crime(s), and you think, "Fuck, I'd have gotten away with it"?

Take, for example, the crackpot amateur submariner in Denmark. For whatever reason, he killed the female reporter he conned into sailing with him. He must have thought he was hot shit when he cut off her limbs. But he wrapped the pieces in flesh-preserving plastic! And he kept the fucking torso intact. He weighted the pieces down, but of course they washed up on shore.

If the idiot had even read a handful of dismember/disembowel stories here, he would have known to at least open her belly. That would do a good job of attracting the scavengers that would have made his stupid plan a potential success. Any zombification stories would have reminded him of the need to keep the other pieces exposed to the sea as well, so the flesh could rot properly.

Here's the thing, though. If he'd had the sense to do those things, he probably wouldn't have killed the poor woman in the first place.

Maybe that's the saving grace, if one is needed, of guro fans. We've looked inside, seen the darkness, and decided to keep it on a leash. Perhaps having the good sense to know our desires is what keeps us from acting on them?