It wasn't until the credits rolled on the fifth Friday the 13th movie on a single Sunday afternoon that I noticed a macabre trend in my quarantine watches. We're all stuck inside right now, consuming content like The Blob at a bottomless brunch, and even though our binges all take different forms we're all essentially just trying to build a happy place with the media we watch, play, or read. So imagine my surprise at finding my happy place is made of body parts and blood puddles. I started with the Final Destination franchise, five films about …