I was a postman one Christmas and I developed a morbid fear of dogs.
I'm possibly a very morbid person but I think about death a lot.
There is something terribly morbid in the modern sympathy with pain. One should sympathise with the colour the beauty the joy of life. The less said about life's sores the better.
Each of us needs something - food liquor pot whatever - to help us survive. Dracula needs blood.