Depravity has found a new depth, I think, while holding a bottle of a dead woman’s scalp tingling strengthening shampoo. The shampoo itself is nothing special, drug store grade. What has been added to its surface, blocking the list of ingredients, is what chills me. It’s a name I know. Katherine. Written on a sticker that reads, “Room No., Resident, Doctor.”

It is the shampoo Katherine had with her when she was hospitalized. And it’s for sale. Everything is.