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The silent screen gave to us some of the most memorable, iconic images in motion picture history: The Little Tramp, the Robot Maria from Lang's Metropolis (1927), Buster Keaton driving a locomotive across a collapsing bridge; and, of course, who could forget the still-incendiary Birth of a Nation, directed by celluloid pioneer D.W. Griffith?
Five Famous Necrophiles
The subject of necrophilia is one that is near and dear to my sordid spirit; there is something in the obsessive love for an idealized (albeit dead) paramour that strikes us as the very height of deeply touching romantic love. We have written not one, but TWO small books (our novel Buried, as well as The Men Who Loved the Dead, an unpublished monograph on the subject.) about romantic necrophilia; "romantic necrophilia" as distinguished from "opportunistic necrophilia," or one of the other classifications given by Dr. Anil Aggrawal in his excellent text Necrophilia: Medico-Legal and Forensic Aspects. (Which, when I borrowed it through Interlibrary Loan, no doubt left the library staff even more leery of me than they previously had been.) Necrophilia is a practice both odious and morbidly fascinating at the same stroke; mix in the idea of someone who simply cannot let go of their loved one at their passing; who will steal the body, painstakingly preserve it as it decays, build to it a shrine, speak for it, breathe for it, imbue it with a reanimated existence (in their psychopathic brain scape, of course) and you have the makings for a never ending slew of morbid gothic potboilers. The practice was known in the ancient world. Greek tyrant Periander, Herod the Tetrarch (who had his wife Mariamne "preserved" in honey, where after he made love to her until the remains passed the point of being detestable) and other ancient world grotesques indulged in it. For our purposes, we will recount a small list of some of our personal faves. So, without further adieu, let us recount the Wretched Romances of the Rotten, as we present for your edification and delectation, "Five Famous Necrophiles of Morgueland." (All men recounted here, but the curious should also not discount the contributions made by such female necro- pioneers as Joan of Castile and Karen Greenlee. No chauvinists we.)
They say that Marie will never be the same again, and I sure believe it. The way she careened out of that bathroom that night, her face bloody, horrible claw marks stretching across her right cheek, well, you can bet it was an image not one of us would soon forget! But I better explain.
So, you want to learn the mystery of "Hangman's Road"? You want to know, exactly, why they call it Hangman's Road? Have you got a minute, my dear? Because it is rather a lot to relate. All true, by the way. I got it, first hand, from a friend of a friend, whose chiropractor's dentist got it from his dental assistant; she heard it straight from the mouth of the aunt of the policeman WHO WAS ACTUALLY THERE. So, as you can tell, it comes from an unimpeachable source.
The Creep on the Phone
She shivered on the couch, the bowl of popcorn resting across her crossed legs. "We interrupt this program to bring you a special bulletin: a maniac has escaped from the Cravenshurst Hospital for the Criminally Insane. The man, who is described as extremely dangerous, has been locked down since the Sixties, when he was found unfit to stand trial for the murder of his mother, a priest, and a trio of Eagle Scouts. He is described as being large, burly, and having a menacing hook for a right hand..."