If you've lived all your life without knowing about NECROPHILIA, it's time you learned. You've surely heard of grave robbers who dig up the dead
just to rob them of rings, watches, jewelry of any kind. The very idea of such intrusion makes me sick.
But---imagine beyond-sick people called NECROPHILES, who dig up the
dead to enjoy their company--to make friends--to dress and un-dress them, AND.... to have sex.
In the early eighties, I has a talk-radio show in Little Rock, Arkansas. One day
I received a call from a newspaper reporter/friend, asking if I wanted to join him at a Trailer Park outside North Little Rock to experience an exclusive story-in-the-making. Of course, loving adventure, I quickly said "yes".
No one, not even the toughest among us, can prepare for the sight of dead bodies. I watched an old metal trailer door being ripped from its hinges as military police took possess of a crime scene.
Inside were the long-dead bodies of three women who, at the time of their deaths, were 17 years, 25 years, and forty-one years of age. The most-recent dead was a seventeen year
old who had been laid-to-rest, ten months earlier. The twenty five year-old-female had been in her grave for five years before her long sleep was interrupted and she was moved to this old, creepy trailer.
Inside, two of the women were lying naked on a bare mattress in the small trailer's only bedroom. The youngest woman was lying on her back in the bathtub. Her hair was wet, like it had recently been washed. Probably most bizarre
to me...the woman's eyes were open. The trailer's kitchen cabinets were crowded--not with food--but with boxes of condoms, bras and panties, nightgowns--even makeup and nail polish.
No one knew for certain how long the airman from the nearby Jacksonville Air Force Base had practiced his cold, deadly obsession for lifeless female-playmates. Records showed he'd rented the Trailer more than 3 years earlier and
none of the other residents suspected anything strange about his comings and goings....not even his wife or two children. Yes, he had a regular family, in another community, where he was considered a good husband, father, and
a service man with a flawless military record but...
I was hooked. I'd never experienced life at its creepiest/craziest and I needed answers. Several days later, when I introduced
Necrophilia on my talk show, choosing to educate the public about its meaning (while carefully avoiding details of my recent encounter), The Station was bombarded by attorneys' calls, demanding I change the subject, immediately. It was
clear I'd touched on classified information that the military deemed off-limits to the public.
I followed the case closely, wanting to know more about the airman, his family,
and his eventual punishment. But, in spite of our persistence, either my reporter-friend or I were able to "dig up" much more. We learned only that the trailer had been moved from its long-time address and...that the women were all laid-to-rest...again..
in undisclosed locations.
Years ago, as a married woman, nothing upset me more than to be wakened from a peaceful sleep....for sex. Being a dutiful wife, I seldom refused but....I
still remember just lying there, feeling dead inside....much like a corpse.
So, to guarantee my eternal rest---and uninterrupted sleep--- I've elected to be cremated.