For example, a Sacramento house tried to cash in on the local notoriety of Richard Trenton Chase. For those of you who didn't live through Chase's serial killing spree, the short version is that he killed six people.
Then he mutilated and ate them.
Among his victims was a pregnant woman whom he shot, killed, stabbed, sexually assaulted, and drank the blood of, in that order. And her husband was the one who found her when Chase was done. So you could imagine the husband's horror when he found out that 36 years later a local entertainer was selling tickets to staged re-creations of his wife's murder. The only good news to come out of this story is that the Sacramento house shut down their fun little show when the victims' grieving families complained.
Also, there's a warm seat in hell reserved for this newspaper layout editor.
And the only reason the horrific story above is considered "good news" is because Rob Zombie didn't have the grace to do the same thing after people complained about Rob Zombie's Great American Nightmare in Chicago, which featured a Gacy room.
When the Gacy victims' families complained about a haunted house room featuring a clown blowing up balloons while surrounded by child-sized dolls dressed as Boy Scouts, Rob Zombie said he thought the room was "funny." And in case you've forgotten John Wayne Gacy's shtick, it was raping and murdering at least 33 Chicago-area young men. To be fair, everyone who's seen his Halloween remakes knows that Rob Zombie is a renowned authority on comedy.
Finally, London recently opened a Jack the Ripper museum that -- not even fucking kidding here -- initially branded itself as a new "museum of women's history." The museum's press release invited visitors to experience Jack the Ripper's crimes "through the eyes of the women who were his victims," by which they meant "take selfies with their mannequin corpses."