Sandman: “...so i am asking people to think about content of songs...”

While continually assuming ignorance or evil if they disagree.. with you. “People” do think, and then they laugh… or cry. That's how taste works if everyone isn't you. Which they are not. Losing a loved one in an auto accident is no joking matter unless it is:

“And he said "God, make it a dream!"
as he rode his last ride down.
And he sideswiped nineteen neat parked cars,
clipped off thirteen telephone poles,
hit two houses, bruised eight trees,
and Blue-Crossed seven people.
it was then he lost his head,
not to mention an arm or two before he stopped….”
[Harry Chapin]


But most conflate 'taste' with flavour which is a lot of smell:

“Yeah you got yer dead cat and you got yer dead dog
On a moonlight night you got yer dead toad frog
Got yer dead rabbit and yer dead raccoon
The blood and the guts they're gonna make you swoon!”
[Loudon Wainwright III]