Previously in this series: Who is the saddest girl? If there is one thing the current crop of indie rocker neo-stompist lumber-throwback-jacks loves to do, it's sing about dead women. Not just any women: historical dead women, and the deader the better, whether they fling themselves off of a lighthouse or a crumbling keep or some sort of whimsical jigging apparatus. One can't turn on one's radiograph without hearing about burned seamstresses or strangled…