"it's amazing that some can find levity in this situation, how many were killed by these woman?"
Em, I worked in casualty in the Eighties when Northern Ireland was tearing itself apart and the "works" or the UVF, IRA, UDA and INLA were at their worst. We often had bits of people brought in by ambulance and I lifted a man off a trolley one night only for his brains to slide out of the hole in his head, (inflicted by a breeze block,) and onto the floor.
A strange black humour was our way of coping, and I'll wager that you will find this anywhere people deal with death. As Kerosene points out, you can't spend all your life in Purdah, and it was a release for us as much as anything else. That and the drinking.