I'm a morbid character myself. I've never had issues with death (the process) or dead people. I was perhaps 8 or 9 when my dad took me to see my first corpse, the poor guy was the first known drug casualty in our town. Dad thought it would teach me a lesson and warn me of heroin, mom was aghast about him taking me ... At the funeral place where the guy was on display, I was captivated ... He looked angelic, a bit like that blond gay vampire in Polanski's The Fearless Vampire Killers. I thought: How cool is this, a real dead person ... Of course, my dad would later on deny ever taking me there. :green: You know how adults are.
Anyway, not only did I not turn into a heroin addict (even though I believe I could handle a shot, I'm just not an addictive personality at all), I've retained a lifelong curiosity in death even though I'm neither religious nor do I believe in the supernatural. I've seen the dead bodies of my grandparents and my parents, I felt sadness about their passing, but no discomfort, much less revulsion at their (not so pretty) mortal shells.
Both my children had their first names (Teresa and Leon) chosen on cemeteries (they both know and think it's hilarious), I'm a big cemetery goer and obituary reader, funerals hold no dread for me. I mourn the loss of life, not the dead body - I guess I have a matter-of-fact biological attitude to things.
Now that doesn't mean that I dream of killing people or deem murder - or the death penalty for that matter - socially or ethically acceptable (extreme scenarios excepted, for instance, I wouldn't have had issues shooting Adolf Hitler to prevent what happened, not to execute him in the aftermath). But I never thought that Paul was advocating homicide with MSH either!