At the end of the 19th century, the Morgue in Paris was an attraction for the citizens. Anonymous bodies of all those died in violent circumstances were exhibited, also those who nobody wishing to bury them. The reason was plausible, that in this way it might facilitate their identification.
They were shown in a room on low level, leaning on a panel slightly sloping, so that the bodies and faces could be seen better. On the floor above it, through a plated glass, the Parisians observed the still and silent spectacle. Finally, beyond the original & official intention, the Morgue was converted into a place of festive pilgrimage. The entrance was free and many citizens of all ages, converted the contemplation into entertainment, certainly grim and ghoulish. It had nothing to do with discovering who these dead people were behind their death white and unknown faces, but attending a certain theatrical presentation of mysterious deaths, a shared festive ceremony.
This French morgue has now been moved to Misrata, the antique installation of a meat market, where the remains of Cadafi now laid on a bloody & filthy mattress. The spectacle centres on displaying the undeniable fact of his death. People know who he was and wish to smell his decomposition, certifying with a photo that it was justice where the Monster is converting the beholders into monsters also.
