When I create profiles, and fill out a family with marriages and children, I always have this little subconscious narrative playing out in the back of my head. "Oh, they were born in 1843, in this small village. Oh, they got married in 1864, not too young. Huh, the first baby was born eight months later. Oh sad, it died..."
Usually, I guess, I imagine everyone happy, and loving, and nice. But every now and then I stumble across a fact that interrupts that narrative and shocks me. Like, a death record that states "slit his own throat with a knife" (I've seen this), or "died in the insane asylum". Sometimes it'll be an account from a grandchild like "Trout River was settled by William Crocker. His family was the only family there for 3 generations, and he ruled over it like he was a king", and then I remember, a whole lot of the stories that were playing out were a whole lot darker than my happy imaginings.