Journamalism: it be dead.

 Journalism is dead. D. E. A. D.

A teen's head and hands were found in a refrigerator in a recently-sold house in Grand Junction, CO. DNA confirmed that the girl, missing since 2005, was the daughter of the home's previous owner.

The girl had never been officially reported as missing.

Do any of the stories I have read even TOUCH on the identity of the previous owner, or their current whereabouts?

Not one. Not a single damned one.

Does any reporter ask the simplest question, "Who were her parents, and what happened to THEM?"

Nope.

Journalism, I repeat, is DEAD. 

There are two deaths in this story, and no one is asking the right questions about either. Like, "how do you discover that the girl was found in a fridge in her parent's former home, and NOT CONNECT THE FUCKING DOTS, and STILL have your job as a journalist?" Or, "does your newspaper have an editor who has been identified as alive in the past year, and, if so, have they been in a coma?"

What brain-dead, dirt-eating mouth breathers are they hiring in news rooms, these days? A girl is found after twenty years, dead, in her parent's home, and you don't ask a SINGLE RELEVANT QUESTION?

Sickening, on multiple levels.