A couple of teens died in Orange County. It's an enormously sad story. They were sixteen and fifteen. Odds are good they died of a careless attempt to party, gone tragic.
LA Weekly, however, is determined to get some cheap page views out of the whole thing. So the paper puts the full names of the two deceased minors in the item's post title, with no regard for friends or family impact, apparently in the hopes that the site will receive a few extra clickety-clicks from the decedents' friends who might be Googling for info. After all, everyone knows Google searches and prioritizes by title first.
This is what I call desperate. Without shame. And most of all, exploitative of a tragedy.
Exit line: after as much, the paper consoles the deceased to "R.I.P."
Also: The former alt-fireplace starter decided to get snarky on the former fishwrap of record when the NYT sniped this morning. I do wish the people who get paid by corporations to write their versions of city life would write less about each other and more about the city.