Serial killers in movies are all constrained by the same limitation: The imagination of a screenwriter, who is presumably not a murderous psychopath. No matter how disgusting or outright evil the fictional killer, there's somebody out there topping them in real life.
The gods, repulsed by Indra's full-body menstruation, undid his curse by turning all of the vaginas into eyes, which gave Indra his official title as the Thousand-Eyed God.
There are some lucky bastards out there whose accidental discoveries made their entire lives. The best part? They didn't even have to leave their own homes.
Here's an appropriately huge article celebrating those who sacrificed a part of their lives to create something amazing, even if it's not terribly useful.
