Oh, sure. Catholics several hundred years ago dress the bones of the dead in gold and jewels and set them up around churches and it’s called “pious”, “beautiful”, and “a work of art.” But oh no, when I dig up a bunch of skeletons from the local grave yard, dress them in business suits and fancy dresses, and set them up around my parlor for tea it’s called “criminally deranged”, “disgustingly delusional”, and “the sign of a severely sick and twisted mind.”
Go figure.
Norman Bates must have been catholic..
Go figure.