In times gone by, when a person was particularly affected by the death of someone close, the options for expressing grief were fairly limited. The run of the mill expressions were flowers, monuments, or memorial benches. If funds ran to it the bereaved could also endow Universities or religious organisations. The Victorians kept lockets of artfully arranged strands of hair from the dear departed or had mourning jewellery made. but in most cases the grief was something personal and private and most people had sufficient taste not to wear their grief on their sleeves (Queen Victoria notwithstanding) for too long.
In the twenty-first century it seems things have changed, personal grief is now it seems to be used as another springboard for those clamouring to be noticed.
This from the Observer...
Niece’s tattoo tribute to tragic Dave - News - Accrington Observer
Of course what this gormless creature decides to do with her body is entirely up to her, but I cannot help thinking that there is something creepy and icky about it.