Don't worry, this entry is not going to go into the finer points of being obsessed with dead bodies. And there's no need to alert the authorities, I'm not in the market. Well, in a sense I guess I am, sort of. I write mystery novels, which often includes a description or two about dead bodies and death, but that doesn't certify me.
The word of the day is delivered to my email box (it has for years thanks to my friend Kim who used to do this with me -- we'd intentionally use the word of the day in our emails to each other all week until we had 7 useful new words in our vocabular that we'd actually use. Remember "snafu" Kim? We used that one until it we ran it into the ground.) Anyway, today's word was necrophilia and i thought it would make an interesting blog entry.
nec·ro·phil·i·a
1. Obsessive fascination with death and corpses.
2. Erotic attraction to or sexual contact with corpses.
Two weeks ago I attended a themed Great Gatsby lawn party of the Mystery Writers of America at the most grand house in Potomac, Maryland. Apparently there used to be a member of MWA who would randomly ask other members to share their murder scenes with him. He constantly wanted to discuss death. MWA provided a safe haven for him of sorts so that he could revel in his obsession without being discovered. People caught on when he never produced a chapter of his own. They soon realized the guy was a necrophiliac and had found his niche with mystery writers who discussed his favorite topic at length. Needless to say, he was kicked out of the club.
What in the world could one find so fascinating about corpses?
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That is so odd.
Was his obsession with death, the act of dying, or dead bodies themselves?
Dead bodies. Ew.
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