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I passed a crash site today.
A toppled truck carrying tonnes of bricks was on it's side, smashed into tiny pieces scattered on the road.
A weeping woman cried over the dead body covered with a blanket.
A huge gathering of people just stared. Stared and stared and stared. Doing nothing.

What exactly compells a person to intentionally stop their motorbike, get off, and look at a woman crying over the dead body of a loved one?
Is it entertainment?
Or just something to fill their day?
Don't they have somewhere to be?

Where's the respect?