This thought came about during a conversation with my best friend. He’s going through a hard time and we were reaffirming the deep connection between us. I said, “you know I’d do anything for you”, and he said, “well I wouldn’t help you bury a body.”
It made me think I wouldn’t want you to help me bury a body. If I’m trying to hide such a grievous crime, I would want you to keep me from doing more harm and probably psychiatric help.
If my ride-or-die came to me with a dead body, I’d first want to hear how justified they were. Maybe the corpse deserved it. But if, like, they installed Temple OS, started talking to god, and ranting about purging demons from people with an axe, I would be trying to figure out how to surreptitiously call the cops.