Depicting Life Events in Art

I am generally not one of those persons who lets it be known how important art is in my life. I don't go to movies and never attend live theater. My level of decorating with art work ended in my 20s when I'd buy posters from head shops and have them framed.
The few times that I would go to a museum of art (almost always with another person), I might pick up a post card from the gift shop if a piece inspired me. During my last visit to Amsterdam, I wrote down the names of works of art in a notebook (that's the variety with paper and lines) and looked them up online when I returned to the hotel room.
One of the reasons that I am reluctant to hang art in the house is that there is so seldom anything that I would particularly want to look at every single day. I can understand wanting photographs of family, friends, or loved ones. Many times these photos have been captured at a time when the subjects are actually photo-ready (for a wedding or other important event). My Mother's mother, for example, would wash her hair with Ivory soap, comb it flat, affix a few finger wave clips, and then cover it with a bonnet. When she would go to an event, however, she'd get her hair rinsed (it went from white to battleship gray).
But, I digress!
I recently saw a work that someone had posted on my beloved social media site, F*c*b**k. It was entitled the Dead Christ with Angels and was painted by Edouard Manet and was cited as the first of several religious scenes, in the inscription on the rock: the Gospel according to Saint John. The person who posted it wrote that the depiction of Jesus reminded him of so many men he had known during the early ages of AIDS.
As a non-xTian, I was always a bit confused over the image of a dead or dying Jesus in Christian/Catholic homes. By contrast, the baby Jesus model would only come out once a year in December. It sends a chilling message which I had never been asked to hear or learn.
I have seen art that captures massacres (including that of babies, pregnant women, the elderly), capital punishment, famine, physical disability, hopelessness, and a whole host of sad situations of life. One of the strangest paintings I remember seeing in Amsterdam was entitled the Circumcision of Christ. Now there's something that you might not want to have hanging in your dining room.
The walls in my home are white. I run a SWIFTER over them to capture the cobwebs. There is one painting that hangs on a wall in a hallway and that is only because the previous tenant had hammered a nail into the wall. In the laundry room there is another wall nail that's used for housing the house keys.
I don't think I'd want to look at too many works of art depicting life events; graduation, wedding. But, that's just me.