I’m getting a lot of e-mails like this:

Keep spinnin’, dearie.
Your wild-eyed histeria was amusing two months ago, and you should provide an equal amount of entertainment over the next few days, as well….

They remind me of Peggy Noonan’s “In Love with Death” column. Like Peggy, I don’t get it. Entertainment? Agree or disagree, this was a tough, terrible case. I do not understand the glee, the certainty leading to leaning toward death…; as Peggy put it “They seem to have fallen half in love with death.” (This is not true of everyone who wanted her feeding tube pulled, of course, but it’s out there, and often.)