I wouldn't say that my slight obsession with morbidity is anything to be particularly concerned over. I don't believe it's impeded my living or productivity in any major way thus far. But of course I don't exactly have an "asuicidal" control group version of myself to compare with the current me. The me with an ever so minuscule interest in subjects relating to death and dying.
Oh, and escaping. You know, escaping this horrible existence in which every moment is like a waking nightmare? That. Sure, it's a topic that interests me! Why wouldn't I be interested in something like that? It sounds fucking pretty interesting! Right?