Compassion is forgotten in the pursuit of a story. One of my best friends had something similar happen to her; her mother and brother died under tragic and somewhat sensational circumstances, and the local press was merciless in their attempts to talk to her. Finally, the unthinkable happened: a reporter came to the house, said she was a "friend of Ruthie's" (my friend's mother) in order to get her foot in the door, and proceeded to ask questions when she let her in. That was twenty years ago, but it looks like some things never change.

(thanks, tvbarn)