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 had 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, I introduced Necrophilia on my talk show-- choosing to educate the public about its meaning while, at the same time, avoiding the
details of my recent encounter. Within minutes, the radio station was bombarded by attorneys' calls, demanding that I immediately change the subject. It was clear I'd touched on classified information that the military deemed off-limits to the
I followed the case closely, wanting to know more about the airman, his family, and his eventual punishment. But, in spite of our persistence, neither
my reporter-friend nor I were able to "dig up" much more. We only learned that the trailer had been moved away and the three women were all laid-to-rest...again… this time 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 do remember simply-lying there-- feeling dead inside.
So, to guarantee my eternal rest---and uninterrupted sleep--- I've elected to be cremated rather than have my "vulnerable body" laid-to-rest in a cemetery.