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Beyond the romantic necrophiliac’s chit chat activities
The Sick Twisted World Of Necrophilia:
Beyond the romantic necrophiliac’s chit chat activities
Necrophilia, body brokers, and the on-going abuse of cadavers
By Lynda Carson - June 12, 2026
As the U.S.A. gears up to celebrate 250 years of bloody wars and existence, including the celebration of Dead Presidents who were slave owners, slavery, the Indian Removal Act, the oppression of the Chinese and Asians, the oppression of women’s reproductive rights, the brutal assault on the transgender community, in addition to the vicious attack and suppression of our civil rights and voting rights, plus the wars against Iran, Cuba, and the Palestinians, as the corrupt billionaire convicted felon President Donald J. Trump is in the White House tearing this nation apart, some people are wondering what exactly does America presently stand for, and what is there to celebrate about? Independence Day? Independence from what? The 898 billionaires, including Elon Musk who are controlling this country?
And what about the mass killings, serial killers, necrophiliacs, body brokers, and the on-going abuse of cadavers in funeral homes happening? This is nothing to celebrate this coming 4th of July.
Some people may be celebrating the existence of “The Devil’s Tree” in Florida. Reportedly, “The Tree is infamous in the treasure coast region for the rape, murder, and necrophilia of two girls.”
Nekromantic — 'Revolting' film with necrophilia deemed so gruesome it was banned in six countries.
A film called Nekromantik — For those who like horror films, and may be horrified about the world of necrophilia, a little known gruesome German film called Nekromantik may help to shed a little bit of light on the subject.
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In a Wikipedia article about necrophilia, in part it says, “Necrophilia, also known as necrophilism, necrolagnia, necrocoitus, necrochlesis, and thanatophilia, is sexual attraction or acts involving corpses, including both direct intercourse with corpses and sexual excitement at the thought or presence of one. It is classified as a paraphilia by the World Health Organization (WHO) in its International Classification of Diseases (ICD) diagnostic manual, as well as by the American Psychiatric Association in its Diagnostic and Statistical Manual (DSM). Reported motivations vary widely, ranging between sexual domination of a non-responsive partner, fetishization of death and corpses, and bereavement of a close sexual partner. Necrophilia can coincide with sexual roleplay of the subject instead pretending to be a corpse while their partner takes on the role of the necrophile.”
We live in some very grim horrific times of necrophilia, body brokers, and the on-going abuse of cadavers or corpses in funeral homes, and medical institutions. Some of the headlines below may help to reveal what happens to us after we are dead… What a world.
Oxygen Official Site, ‘This Guy’s A Killing Machine: Police Track Down A Necrophiliac Mass Murderer Terrorizing Detroit.

The Guardian, Police searching for man who allegedly sexually abused corpse on New York subway.

KTAR News 92.3 FM, Man accused of breaking into Phoenix morgue, having sexual contact with cadavers.
ABC News - Breaking News, Latest News and Videos, Cops: Man Caught in Hospital Necrophilia Act.
People.com, He Was Arrested for Sexually Abusing More Than 100 Dead Bodies. A New Inquiry Found His Crimes Could Be Repeated.
BBC, Morgue crimes like David Fuller's 'could be repeated', report says.
The Guardian, NHS failings enabled necrophiliac murderer to offend for 15 years, inquiry finds.
Medical Daily, Mortuary Job Training In Ghana Included Sex With Corpses: The Strange Connection Between Morgue Workers And Necrophilia.
People.com, How a Hospital Worker Who Sexually Abused 100 Corpses and Killed 2 Women Got Away with It for 30 Years.
Oxygen Official Site, Three Philadelphia Women Raped and Killed By "Necrophiliac" Kensington Strangler.
The Jerusalem Post, Israeli arrested for trying to kill his sister, have sex with her corpse.
Winnipeg Free Press, Jun 2024: Confessed killer Jeremy Skibicki driven by necrophilia, not delusions: psychiatrist.
Daily Star, World's worst female necrophile found death stench 'erotic' and had sex with 40 corpses.
The Sun, Wife thought husband was cheating because he smelt of booze... then found out he’d romped with 100 corpses.
Kent Online, Public inquiry launched after necrophiliac's actions in hospitals.
International Business Times, Georgia Man Caught Having Sex With Corpse, Charged With Necrophilia.
New York Daily News, Suspect arrested for raping corpse on Manhattan subway train earlier this month.
Cracked.com, Anatoly Slivko, the Terrifying Soviet Necrophiliac Serial Killer.
the-sun.com, Inside cannibal Jeffrey Dahmer's home with acid barrels & necrophilia pics.
ABP News, Cannibalism, Necrophilia, Mutilation: Gruesome Murders By Russias Most Infamous Serial Killer.
Business Insider, Colorado Funeral Home Owners Illegally Sold Body Parts, Prosecutors Say.
Reuters, How Reuters bought human body parts and learned a donor's tragic story.
NBC News, A veteran's corpse was sent across state lines — before his family knew he was dead.
Reuters, In a warehouse of horrors, body broker allegedly kept human heads stacked on his shelves.
Reuters, Exclusive - FBI agents raid headquarters of major U.S. body broker.
Reuters, Inside a business where human bodies were butchered, packaged and sold.
Reuters, How an American company made a fortune selling bodies donated to science.
New York Post, The body parts industry is booming—with heads going for $3K, spines for $1,200.
Military.com, Man Sues Body-Donation Firm After It Gave Mom's Corpse to Military for Blast Testing.
ABC7 Los Angeles, Arizona man learns mom's body sold to military, detonated in experiment.

The History of Necrophilia.
Reportedly, according to Wikipedia, “In the ancient world, sailors returning corpses to their home country were often accused of necrophilia. Singular accounts of necrophilia in history are sporadic, though written records suggest the practice was present within Ancient Egypt. Herodotus writes in The Histories that, to discourage intercourse with a corpse, ancient Egyptians left the corpses of particularly high-ranking or beautiful women to decay for "three or four days" before giving them to the embalmers.
Herodotus also alluded to suggestions that Periander had defiled the corpse of his wife, employing a metaphor that the tyrant "baked his bread in a cold oven." Hittite law from the 16th century BC through to the 13th century BC explicitly permitted sex with the dead.
Necrophilia against men is depicted on ceramics from the Moche culture, which reigned in northern Peru from the first to eighth-century CE. A common theme in these artifacts is the masturbation of a male skeleton by a living woman. In what is now Northeast China, the ethnic Xianbei emperor Murong Xi (385–407) of the Later Yan state had intercourse with the corpse of his beloved empress Fu Xunying after the latter was already cold and put into the coffin.
In Renaissance Italy, following the reputed moral collapse brought about by the Black Death and before the Roman Inquisition of the Counter-Reformation, literature was replete with sexual references; these include necrophilia, as in the epic poem Orlando Innamorato by Matteo Maria Boiardo, first published in 1483.
In a notorious modern example, American serial killer Jeffrey Dahmer was a necrophiliac. Dahmer wanted to create a sex slave who would mindlessly consent to whatever he wanted. When his attempts failed, and his male victim died, he would keep the corpse until it decomposed beyond recognition, masturbating and performing sexual intercourse on the body. He would perform sexual activities before and after murdering his victims. Dahmer explained that he only killed his victims because he did not want them to leave. Other modern necrophiliacs include Scottish serial killer Dennis Nilsen, and English David Fuller, who is considered the worst offender of this kind in English legal history.”
Karen Greenlee necrophile story…
Reportedly, “In 1987, Karen Greenlee gave a detailed interview called "The Unrepentant Necrophile" for Jim Morton's (edited by Adam Parfrey) book Apocalypse Culture. In this interview, she stated that she had a preference for younger men and was attracted to the smell of blood and death. She considered necrophilia an addiction. The interview was held in her apartment, which was a small studio filled with books, necrophilic drawings, and satanic adornments. She also had written a confession letter in which she claimed to have abused 20–40 male corpses.”
Lynda Carson may be reached at newzland2 [at] gmail.com
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The best little whorehouse of cadavers for necrophiliacs
By Lynda Carson
As a followup to the above story, just try to imagine horror master filmmaker Stephen King coming up with a film about "The best little whorehouse of cadavers for necrophiliacs," for those who love a sick twisted horror movie.
Who knows... What a world.
(LC)
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By Lynda Carson
As a followup to the above story, just try to imagine horror master filmmaker Stephen King coming up with a film about "The best little whorehouse of cadavers for necrophiliacs," for those who love a sick twisted horror movie.
Who knows... What a world.
(LC)
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Interview with female necrophiliac, Karen Greenlee
By Lynda Carson
For what it's worth. Where I reside, 6 people (my neighbors) have died since 2008, with 2 of them being suicides, and 3 people that resided in the same apartment right next to mine. A very grim scene...
Presently, another neighbor down the hall may be near death, and often the First Responders and Falck ambulances come here 2 or 3 times a day to help him out.
After a while, I got really spooked by all the Falck EMT's parking outside my window often, and passing by my apartment with a gurney, etc... on a daily basis. As a result, I started to wonder what happens to poor people after they die, and what happens to their bodies?
As I did my research, this is when I became familiar with corrupt morticians, mortuaries, funeral homes, and funeral home directors selling dead bodies, and body parts. Also there are grave robbers, body brokers and medical institutions selling donated bodies, with many of them cutting up parts of the cadavers and selling the body parts for lots of money. Then I discovered the sick twisted world of necrophilia, and the stories and articles revealing what the necrophiliacs have been up to.
I decided that others may be interested by what I have discovered about what happens to people after they are dead, and published this information.
The thought of what may happen to our bodies after we die, seems very disturbing to me.
Sincerely,
-Lynda Carson
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Karen Greenlee, a necrophiliac...
( Reportedly, "Karen Greenlee worked as an apprentice embalmer at the Memorial Lawn Mortuary in Sacramento, California. On December 17, 1979, she stole the 1975 Cadillac hearse she was driving to a private burial along with the body of a 33-year-old man (who had died a week before) it was carrying.
She was found days later near Alleghany in Sierra County. According to Robert Rocheleau, the physician who pumped Greenlee’s stomach, she was „ extremely depressed“ and had attempted to commit suicide by overdosing on about 20 pills of Tylenol and codeine but survived. She was found with a four-and-a-half page long written confession where she admitted having had sex with 20 to 40 other bodies of young men, calling it, an addiction".
Because necrophilia was not illegal in California at the time, Greenlee was only accused of stealing the hearse and interfering with a funeral, for which she pleaded guilty and was sentenced to pay a $255 fine and spend 11 days in jail." )
News article:
Reportedly on Dec. 20, 1979, “Karen Greenlee a necrophiliac, was a resident apprentice embalmer at Sacramento Memorial Lawn (mortuary), who stole a Cadillac hearse with a coffin containing the body of 33 year old John L. Mercure. Ms. Greenlee was arrested, and accused of auto theft and interfering with a funeral (body snatching). Necrophilia was not illegal in California at the time.”
https://news.google.com/newspapers?nid=2245&dat=19791220&id=QnszAAAAIBAJ&pg=6769,5921270&hl=en
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Below is a strange interview of Karen Greenlee, a female necrophiliac... (LC)
“I’m A Morgue Rat…”
An Interview With Necrophile Karen Greenlee
https://cvltnation.com/the-unrepentant-necrophile-karen-greenlee/
Karen Greenlee is a necrophiliac. Five years ago she made national headlines when she drove off in a hearse and wasn’t heard from for two days. Instead of delivering the body to the cemetery she decided to spend some time alone with the corpse. Eventually, the police found her in the next county, overdosed on codeine Tylenol. She was charged with illegally driving a hearse and interfering with the burial (there is no law in California against necrophilia). In the casket with the body Karen left a four-and-a-half page letter confessing to amorous episodes with between twenty to forty dead men. The letter was filled with remorse over her sexual desires: “Why do I do it? Why? Why? Fear of love, relationships. No romance ever hurt like this … It’s the pits. I’m a morgue rat. This is my rathole, perhaps my grave.”
The letter proved to be her downfall. For stealing the body and the hearse, she got eleven days in jail, a $255 fine, and was placed on two years probation with medical treatment recommended. Meanwhile, the mother of the dead man sued, claiming the incident scarred her psyche. She asked for $1 million, but settled for $117, 000 in general and punitive damages.
The press had a field day, the lawyers got rich, and Karen lost her career and source of sexual satisfaction. Karen is now more comfortable with her sexuality. “When I wrote that letter I was still listening to society. Everyone said necrophilia was wrong, so I must be doing something wrong. But the more people tried to convince me I was crazy, the more sure of my desires I became.”
The following interview was held in Karen’s apartment, a small studio filled with books, necrophilic drawings and satanic adornments.
Back during the trial, from what I read in the newspapers, it seemed like you got very little support.
No, none whatsoever. The newspapers were the worst. To this day I hate reporters. One of them even compared me to Richard Trenton Chase, “The Vampire Killer!” What support there was was like family obligations. One of my brothers refused to have anything to do with me. He said, “I just want to remember her as she was.” He came up to me later and apologized, but he still isn’t comfortable around me. My other brother was more supportive, but even he had to ask, “How’d you do it?”
Before the trial I had a boyfriend who found out abut it. He got mad and slapped me around. He said I wasn’t even a woman and I could go fuck my dead bodies. I was surprised. He knew! Apparently a lot of people knew and I don’t know how they knew.
With guys, they always felt I went for the bodies because I was hard up, and if I went to bed with them then that would change me and they would be the one who would give me such satisfaction I wouldn’t need those old corpses anymore. I’ve run into that a lot. Sometimes I had guys come on to me for just that reason.
The question I am most often asked is, “How does she do it?”
Yes, that’s the question! People ask questions like that– even people who seem pretty cool, seem to have open minds– then when you tell them, they say, “That’s very interesting,” then don’t want to have much to do with me. I don’t mind telling people how I do it. It doesn’t matter to me, but anyone adept sexually shouldn’t have to ask. People have this misconception that there has to be penetration for sexual gratification, which is bull! The most sensitive part of a woman is the front area anyway and that is what needs to be stimulated.
Besides, there are different aspects of sexual expression: touchy-feely, 69, even holding hands. That body is just lying there, but it has what it takes to make me happy. The cold, the aura of death, the smell of death, the funereal surroundings, it all contributes.
The smell of death?
Sure, I find the odor of death very erotic. There are death odors and there are death odors. Now you get your body that’s been floating in the bay for two weeks, or a burn victim, that doesn’t attract me much, but a freshly embalmed corpse is something else.
There is also this attraction to blood. When you’re on top of a body it tends to purge blood out of its mouth, while you’re making passionate love .. You’d have to be there, I guess.
Of course, with all the AIDS going around …
That’s the reason I haven’t tried anything lately. I’m sure I’d have found a way to get into one of those funeral homes by now, but the group I find attractive– young men in their twenties– are the ones who are dying of AIDS.
Did you usually attend the funerals of your corpse-lovers?
Yeah. It was convenient working in the funeral homes. I’d get to drive out to the cemetery with the family. I’d get to mourn right along with the family at the loss of that loved one. Except I was groaning in a little different tone! People can’t really tell if you’re grief stricken or passion-stricken. I’ve had members of the families put their arms around me and say, “We’re so glad you could come!” Then you have to spin this big old yarn, “Yeah, I knew him in school….” If the guy didn’t have a girlfriend in life they think you were … “Oh, she’s the one!”
You weren’t in Sacramento at the time of the trial, were you?
No, I was working in a funeral home in another city and going to school at the same time. It’s weird, but the day I got a telegram about the trial telling me to get in touch with my attorney, I went in to the funeral home and was fired for things I had done at that funeral home. Somebody, I guess, got wise of me. I know I wasn’t seen, but I think somebody just figured it out. Of course, they didn’t know about Sacramento yet. They found out later! The same day, within five hours of each other, two totally different things caught up with me.
I worked in that funeral home for almost a year. That’s where I did a lot of my extracurricular activities. I had keys so I’d slip back in after hours and spend all night there. A guy lived at the funeral home in an apartment downstairs. He drank so he usually passed out. He had a .357 magnum under his pillow.
The guy that court case was about–
John Mercure?
Yeah. I understand he was moved out of the cemetery after the trial.
That happened at the time I was breaking into this funeral homes. There was a side room, one of those arrangement areas, where they always have their case folders out. I read there was an exhumation order for John Mercure. Then I read something in the paper about it. His mother wanted the body exhumed, said she wouldn’t bury her cat there. On the day he was suppose to be exhumed I snuck out into a field across from where he was buried. I sat out in the field and watched them dig up the body and give him to this other mortician. They shipped him back to Michigan.
When did you first become aware of your necrophilia?
It’s something I’ve been attracted to all my life. I used to hold funeral services for my pets when they died. Had a little pet graveyard. I lived in a small town and the fireman’s barbecue was next door to the funeral home. To go to the bathroom you had to use the facilities in the funeral home. I’d find any excuse I could to go to the bathroom, then I’d take side trips and wander around the mortuary.
It didn’t scare you like the other kids?
No, I loved it! I was real curious. I’d wander around the halls….
Do you miss working in funeral homes?
Yes, terribly! Even if I wasn’t a necrophile, I like mortuary work. I enjoy embalming and everything. Except for obese people. The bodies I hated working on most were Obese people. ‘Specially if they’d been autopsied. Their guts would slide out on the floor and shit … and all this melty fat. Yeeeech!
You said something previously about “The Vampire Killer,” Richard Trenton Chase. He was from Sacramento, wasn’t he?
Yeah, the second funeral home I worked for– I wasn’t working there at the time– got the bodies of Chase’s victims, a man and a woman and their child, so I hear the gory details of what the bodies looked like. They were really butchered.
They were disemboweled with shit stuffed in their mouths. Chase started by killing animals and drinking their blood and when he wasn’t satisfied with that he graduated to people. He killed this couple, then kidnapped their child, killed it and later threw it in a trash can. The mortician who embalmed the bodies said he hardly ever got queasy about anything, but he got sick when he saw those bodies!
What’s the weirdest case you ever encountered.
Hmmm … There was one kid who fell out of a car while his mother was making a turn and she managed to run over his head. Another kid choked to death on a cigarette wrapper. One guy committed suicide by shooting himself in the head with a pellet rifle. He had to shoot himself several times and it took him a while to die, but he finally succeeded. There was another guy I worked on. He was a transvestite who somehow strangled himself with his nylons. I don’t think it was intentional, I think he was trying to achieve heightened orgasm through strangulation and he ended up hanging himself. He wouldn’t be the first to make that mistake.
How about the most unusual funeral?
One time this bunch of religious fanatics held a funeral for one of their members. They didn’t want her embalmed, they just wanted her dressed and in the casket. We usually didn’t do that, but we decided to be nice and put her up in the stateroom. We were standing outside of that stateroom and we heard someone saying, “Rise in the name of Jesus!” They were preying and slapping the body. They were talking in tongues. That was weird!
There seems to be a strong camaraderie between morticians. Almost like a secret society.
Very much so. Morticians are very tight with each other because most people won’t have anything to do with them. I used to find if I went to a party I’d always be introduced like, “This is Karen and she’s a mortician.” But they don’t say, “Here’s Karen– she’s a secretary,” or “she’s a veterinary assistant.” A lot of people are under the misconception that morticians are very straight, very somber. If they ever went back into the prep room and heard all the jokes that are cracked it would blow that theory right out the window.
Did any of those morticians ever testify for or against you at the trial?
One funeral director testified on behalf of funeral practices. He was asked how often necrophilia occurs. He said, “It’s almost unheard of in this profession.”
That’s a major lie!
Yes, definitely … necrophilia is more prevalent than most people imagine. Funeral homes just don’t report it. There was one place that I broke into, and I know that they knew something was wrong. They actually caught me in the act and let me get away.
At another place I was working, this guy came up to me and said, “Someone’s been messin’ with the body. It looks like they were trying to fuck the body!” I said, “Oh my goodness! Really?” I think they figured it out later. I know they know now.
One mortician I worked with used to like to a trocar [a large hollow needle used to suction fluids from corpses] and push it up inside any male cadaver’s dick. He’d say, “Oh look, the corpse has got a boner.” This guy was really weird. He looked like Larry of the Three Stooges. I think he had some necrophilic tendencies. He’d get real upset if there weren’t any female bodies to work on. He’d start pacing. I caught him one time in the prep room. He said he was just taking a pee in the hopper at the end of the table. He was just pulling up his pants when I walked in. I said, “I won’t tell if you don’t.”
You say you were once caught in the act of necrophilia once?
Yeah. I had tried to kill myself and was living in a halfway house a couple of blocks up from this funeral home. I decided to go to the mausoleum and try and kill myself again. The mausoleum had a door connecting it to the mortuary. I was sitting in there, real depressed, when, just for the hell of it, I decided to try running my driver’s license along the edge of the door and click! the door popped open. I couldn’t believe it, so I tried it again and the door popped open again! I went into the prep room and there happened to be a body in there. I had me some fun, did my thing and forgot all about killing myself. I told the folks at the halfway house that I stayed the night with friends. I went in there several times. Sometimes there were absolutely no bodies, so I turned around and snuck back out. I usually went in the back door.
About a week later I snuck back into the funeral home. I was on the prep table having a good old time, when all of a sudden I felt like there was somebody nearby. Next thing, I heard people walking down the hallway. I quietly jumped off the table and threw the sheet back over the body. My clothes were in quite a state of disarray, and I had blood on me and everything else– it had been an autopsy case. There was a casket with the lid open in the side casket-room, so I ran and hid behind it. The casket was on a church-truck so they couldn’t see me, but they could see my legs. It was a man and a woman. There were standing there saying, “Who are you? What are you doing here?” One of them said to the other, “you go get the gun and call the cops and I’ll stay down here.” I knew I only had one chance then, so I busted out and ran. I knew the layout of the place, so I just ran down the hall and out of the place and out of the cemetery.
At the time I still had a friend who worked at the funeral home. He said, “Somebody broke into the funeral home. They know it was you.” They put in an alarm after that. I think they called the police, but there were never any charges. I’m sure they didn’t want the publicity.
That was the last time I got very close, except for I’ve broken into a few tombs.
Have you seen any changes in people’s attitudes towards necrophilia?
Yeah, when I came out here I noticed it. It’s almost a fad! They’re not really necrophiles, but pseudo-necrophiles. Like a death cult! But there are probably a lot of people who would do it if they had the opportunity.
Perhaps there is this vast network of necrophiles, who, for lack of a forum, will never know of each other’s existence.
Well, there’s Leilah [Wendell’s] group [American Association of Necrophilic Research and Enlightenment]. They try and get some information out about it.
It must be frustrating when people say, “we have to cure you,” or “you’ve got to be more like us.”
It is. For a while I found myself thinking, “Yeah, this isn’t normal. Why can’t I be like other people. Why doesn’t the same pair of shoes fit me just right?” I went through all that personal hell and finally I accepted myself and realized that’s just me. that’s my nature and I might as well enjoy it. I’m miserable when I try to be something I’m not. And too, a lot of these people who are putting me down have hang-ups worse than I have, or they do things that might be considered questionable by their peers. I had a gay friend who, when he found out I was a necrophile, said, “You can go to hell for that.” After 1979, when I was put on probation, part of the probation requirement was that I seek therapy. I had a really nice social worker. She was cool. Very nonjudgmental. The more I talked to these people, the more I realized necrophilia makes sense for me. The reason I was having a problem with it was because I couldn’t accept myself. I was still trying to live my life by other peoples standards. To accept it was peace. These people who are always trying to change me only helped me get myself more in touch with my feelings. I used to go from the therapist’s office to the funeral home. It didn’t work, folks!
Reposted via Nokilli.com
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Interview with female necrophiliac, Karen Greenlee
By Lynda Carson
For what it's worth. Where I reside, 6 people (my neighbors) have died since 2008, with 2 of them being suicides, and 3 people that resided in the same apartment right next to mine. A very grim scene...
Presently, another neighbor down the hall may be near death, and often the First Responders and Falck ambulances come here 2 or 3 times a day to help him out.
After a while, I got really spooked by all the Falck EMT's parking outside my window often, and passing by my apartment with a gurney, etc... on a daily basis. As a result, I started to wonder what happens to poor people after they die, and what happens to their bodies?
As I did my research, this is when I became familiar with corrupt morticians, mortuaries, funeral homes, and funeral home directors selling dead bodies, and body parts. Also there are grave robbers, body brokers and medical institutions selling donated bodies, with many of them cutting up parts of the cadavers and selling the body parts for lots of money. Then I discovered the sick twisted world of necrophilia, and the stories and articles revealing what the necrophiliacs have been up to.
I decided that others may be interested by what I have discovered about what happens to people after they are dead, and published this information.
The thought of what may happen to our bodies after we die, seems very disturbing to me.
Sincerely,
-Lynda Carson
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Karen Greenlee, a necrophiliac...
( Reportedly, "Karen Greenlee worked as an apprentice embalmer at the Memorial Lawn Mortuary in Sacramento, California. On December 17, 1979, she stole the 1975 Cadillac hearse she was driving to a private burial along with the body of a 33-year-old man (who had died a week before) it was carrying.
She was found days later near Alleghany in Sierra County. According to Robert Rocheleau, the physician who pumped Greenlee’s stomach, she was „ extremely depressed“ and had attempted to commit suicide by overdosing on about 20 pills of Tylenol and codeine but survived. She was found with a four-and-a-half page long written confession where she admitted having had sex with 20 to 40 other bodies of young men, calling it, an addiction".
Because necrophilia was not illegal in California at the time, Greenlee was only accused of stealing the hearse and interfering with a funeral, for which she pleaded guilty and was sentenced to pay a $255 fine and spend 11 days in jail." )
News article:
Reportedly on Dec. 20, 1979, “Karen Greenlee a necrophiliac, was a resident apprentice embalmer at Sacramento Memorial Lawn (mortuary), who stole a Cadillac hearse with a coffin containing the body of 33 year old John L. Mercure. Ms. Greenlee was arrested, and accused of auto theft and interfering with a funeral (body snatching). Necrophilia was not illegal in California at the time.”
https://news.google.com/newspapers?nid=2245&dat=19791220&id=QnszAAAAIBAJ&pg=6769,5921270&hl=en
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Below is a strange interview of Karen Greenlee, a female necrophiliac... (LC)
“I’m A Morgue Rat…”
An Interview With Necrophile Karen Greenlee
https://cvltnation.com/the-unrepentant-necrophile-karen-greenlee/
Karen Greenlee is a necrophiliac. Five years ago she made national headlines when she drove off in a hearse and wasn’t heard from for two days. Instead of delivering the body to the cemetery she decided to spend some time alone with the corpse. Eventually, the police found her in the next county, overdosed on codeine Tylenol. She was charged with illegally driving a hearse and interfering with the burial (there is no law in California against necrophilia). In the casket with the body Karen left a four-and-a-half page letter confessing to amorous episodes with between twenty to forty dead men. The letter was filled with remorse over her sexual desires: “Why do I do it? Why? Why? Fear of love, relationships. No romance ever hurt like this … It’s the pits. I’m a morgue rat. This is my rathole, perhaps my grave.”
The letter proved to be her downfall. For stealing the body and the hearse, she got eleven days in jail, a $255 fine, and was placed on two years probation with medical treatment recommended. Meanwhile, the mother of the dead man sued, claiming the incident scarred her psyche. She asked for $1 million, but settled for $117, 000 in general and punitive damages.
The press had a field day, the lawyers got rich, and Karen lost her career and source of sexual satisfaction. Karen is now more comfortable with her sexuality. “When I wrote that letter I was still listening to society. Everyone said necrophilia was wrong, so I must be doing something wrong. But the more people tried to convince me I was crazy, the more sure of my desires I became.”
The following interview was held in Karen’s apartment, a small studio filled with books, necrophilic drawings and satanic adornments.
Back during the trial, from what I read in the newspapers, it seemed like you got very little support.
No, none whatsoever. The newspapers were the worst. To this day I hate reporters. One of them even compared me to Richard Trenton Chase, “The Vampire Killer!” What support there was was like family obligations. One of my brothers refused to have anything to do with me. He said, “I just want to remember her as she was.” He came up to me later and apologized, but he still isn’t comfortable around me. My other brother was more supportive, but even he had to ask, “How’d you do it?”
Before the trial I had a boyfriend who found out abut it. He got mad and slapped me around. He said I wasn’t even a woman and I could go fuck my dead bodies. I was surprised. He knew! Apparently a lot of people knew and I don’t know how they knew.
With guys, they always felt I went for the bodies because I was hard up, and if I went to bed with them then that would change me and they would be the one who would give me such satisfaction I wouldn’t need those old corpses anymore. I’ve run into that a lot. Sometimes I had guys come on to me for just that reason.
The question I am most often asked is, “How does she do it?”
Yes, that’s the question! People ask questions like that– even people who seem pretty cool, seem to have open minds– then when you tell them, they say, “That’s very interesting,” then don’t want to have much to do with me. I don’t mind telling people how I do it. It doesn’t matter to me, but anyone adept sexually shouldn’t have to ask. People have this misconception that there has to be penetration for sexual gratification, which is bull! The most sensitive part of a woman is the front area anyway and that is what needs to be stimulated.
Besides, there are different aspects of sexual expression: touchy-feely, 69, even holding hands. That body is just lying there, but it has what it takes to make me happy. The cold, the aura of death, the smell of death, the funereal surroundings, it all contributes.
The smell of death?
Sure, I find the odor of death very erotic. There are death odors and there are death odors. Now you get your body that’s been floating in the bay for two weeks, or a burn victim, that doesn’t attract me much, but a freshly embalmed corpse is something else.
There is also this attraction to blood. When you’re on top of a body it tends to purge blood out of its mouth, while you’re making passionate love .. You’d have to be there, I guess.
Of course, with all the AIDS going around …
That’s the reason I haven’t tried anything lately. I’m sure I’d have found a way to get into one of those funeral homes by now, but the group I find attractive– young men in their twenties– are the ones who are dying of AIDS.
Did you usually attend the funerals of your corpse-lovers?
Yeah. It was convenient working in the funeral homes. I’d get to drive out to the cemetery with the family. I’d get to mourn right along with the family at the loss of that loved one. Except I was groaning in a little different tone! People can’t really tell if you’re grief stricken or passion-stricken. I’ve had members of the families put their arms around me and say, “We’re so glad you could come!” Then you have to spin this big old yarn, “Yeah, I knew him in school….” If the guy didn’t have a girlfriend in life they think you were … “Oh, she’s the one!”
You weren’t in Sacramento at the time of the trial, were you?
No, I was working in a funeral home in another city and going to school at the same time. It’s weird, but the day I got a telegram about the trial telling me to get in touch with my attorney, I went in to the funeral home and was fired for things I had done at that funeral home. Somebody, I guess, got wise of me. I know I wasn’t seen, but I think somebody just figured it out. Of course, they didn’t know about Sacramento yet. They found out later! The same day, within five hours of each other, two totally different things caught up with me.
I worked in that funeral home for almost a year. That’s where I did a lot of my extracurricular activities. I had keys so I’d slip back in after hours and spend all night there. A guy lived at the funeral home in an apartment downstairs. He drank so he usually passed out. He had a .357 magnum under his pillow.
The guy that court case was about–
John Mercure?
Yeah. I understand he was moved out of the cemetery after the trial.
That happened at the time I was breaking into this funeral homes. There was a side room, one of those arrangement areas, where they always have their case folders out. I read there was an exhumation order for John Mercure. Then I read something in the paper about it. His mother wanted the body exhumed, said she wouldn’t bury her cat there. On the day he was suppose to be exhumed I snuck out into a field across from where he was buried. I sat out in the field and watched them dig up the body and give him to this other mortician. They shipped him back to Michigan.
When did you first become aware of your necrophilia?
It’s something I’ve been attracted to all my life. I used to hold funeral services for my pets when they died. Had a little pet graveyard. I lived in a small town and the fireman’s barbecue was next door to the funeral home. To go to the bathroom you had to use the facilities in the funeral home. I’d find any excuse I could to go to the bathroom, then I’d take side trips and wander around the mortuary.
It didn’t scare you like the other kids?
No, I loved it! I was real curious. I’d wander around the halls….
Do you miss working in funeral homes?
Yes, terribly! Even if I wasn’t a necrophile, I like mortuary work. I enjoy embalming and everything. Except for obese people. The bodies I hated working on most were Obese people. ‘Specially if they’d been autopsied. Their guts would slide out on the floor and shit … and all this melty fat. Yeeeech!
You said something previously about “The Vampire Killer,” Richard Trenton Chase. He was from Sacramento, wasn’t he?
Yeah, the second funeral home I worked for– I wasn’t working there at the time– got the bodies of Chase’s victims, a man and a woman and their child, so I hear the gory details of what the bodies looked like. They were really butchered.
They were disemboweled with shit stuffed in their mouths. Chase started by killing animals and drinking their blood and when he wasn’t satisfied with that he graduated to people. He killed this couple, then kidnapped their child, killed it and later threw it in a trash can. The mortician who embalmed the bodies said he hardly ever got queasy about anything, but he got sick when he saw those bodies!
What’s the weirdest case you ever encountered.
Hmmm … There was one kid who fell out of a car while his mother was making a turn and she managed to run over his head. Another kid choked to death on a cigarette wrapper. One guy committed suicide by shooting himself in the head with a pellet rifle. He had to shoot himself several times and it took him a while to die, but he finally succeeded. There was another guy I worked on. He was a transvestite who somehow strangled himself with his nylons. I don’t think it was intentional, I think he was trying to achieve heightened orgasm through strangulation and he ended up hanging himself. He wouldn’t be the first to make that mistake.
How about the most unusual funeral?
One time this bunch of religious fanatics held a funeral for one of their members. They didn’t want her embalmed, they just wanted her dressed and in the casket. We usually didn’t do that, but we decided to be nice and put her up in the stateroom. We were standing outside of that stateroom and we heard someone saying, “Rise in the name of Jesus!” They were preying and slapping the body. They were talking in tongues. That was weird!
There seems to be a strong camaraderie between morticians. Almost like a secret society.
Very much so. Morticians are very tight with each other because most people won’t have anything to do with them. I used to find if I went to a party I’d always be introduced like, “This is Karen and she’s a mortician.” But they don’t say, “Here’s Karen– she’s a secretary,” or “she’s a veterinary assistant.” A lot of people are under the misconception that morticians are very straight, very somber. If they ever went back into the prep room and heard all the jokes that are cracked it would blow that theory right out the window.
Did any of those morticians ever testify for or against you at the trial?
One funeral director testified on behalf of funeral practices. He was asked how often necrophilia occurs. He said, “It’s almost unheard of in this profession.”
That’s a major lie!
Yes, definitely … necrophilia is more prevalent than most people imagine. Funeral homes just don’t report it. There was one place that I broke into, and I know that they knew something was wrong. They actually caught me in the act and let me get away.
At another place I was working, this guy came up to me and said, “Someone’s been messin’ with the body. It looks like they were trying to fuck the body!” I said, “Oh my goodness! Really?” I think they figured it out later. I know they know now.
One mortician I worked with used to like to a trocar [a large hollow needle used to suction fluids from corpses] and push it up inside any male cadaver’s dick. He’d say, “Oh look, the corpse has got a boner.” This guy was really weird. He looked like Larry of the Three Stooges. I think he had some necrophilic tendencies. He’d get real upset if there weren’t any female bodies to work on. He’d start pacing. I caught him one time in the prep room. He said he was just taking a pee in the hopper at the end of the table. He was just pulling up his pants when I walked in. I said, “I won’t tell if you don’t.”
You say you were once caught in the act of necrophilia once?
Yeah. I had tried to kill myself and was living in a halfway house a couple of blocks up from this funeral home. I decided to go to the mausoleum and try and kill myself again. The mausoleum had a door connecting it to the mortuary. I was sitting in there, real depressed, when, just for the hell of it, I decided to try running my driver’s license along the edge of the door and click! the door popped open. I couldn’t believe it, so I tried it again and the door popped open again! I went into the prep room and there happened to be a body in there. I had me some fun, did my thing and forgot all about killing myself. I told the folks at the halfway house that I stayed the night with friends. I went in there several times. Sometimes there were absolutely no bodies, so I turned around and snuck back out. I usually went in the back door.
About a week later I snuck back into the funeral home. I was on the prep table having a good old time, when all of a sudden I felt like there was somebody nearby. Next thing, I heard people walking down the hallway. I quietly jumped off the table and threw the sheet back over the body. My clothes were in quite a state of disarray, and I had blood on me and everything else– it had been an autopsy case. There was a casket with the lid open in the side casket-room, so I ran and hid behind it. The casket was on a church-truck so they couldn’t see me, but they could see my legs. It was a man and a woman. There were standing there saying, “Who are you? What are you doing here?” One of them said to the other, “you go get the gun and call the cops and I’ll stay down here.” I knew I only had one chance then, so I busted out and ran. I knew the layout of the place, so I just ran down the hall and out of the place and out of the cemetery.
At the time I still had a friend who worked at the funeral home. He said, “Somebody broke into the funeral home. They know it was you.” They put in an alarm after that. I think they called the police, but there were never any charges. I’m sure they didn’t want the publicity.
That was the last time I got very close, except for I’ve broken into a few tombs.
Have you seen any changes in people’s attitudes towards necrophilia?
Yeah, when I came out here I noticed it. It’s almost a fad! They’re not really necrophiles, but pseudo-necrophiles. Like a death cult! But there are probably a lot of people who would do it if they had the opportunity.
Perhaps there is this vast network of necrophiles, who, for lack of a forum, will never know of each other’s existence.
Well, there’s Leilah [Wendell’s] group [American Association of Necrophilic Research and Enlightenment]. They try and get some information out about it.
It must be frustrating when people say, “we have to cure you,” or “you’ve got to be more like us.”
It is. For a while I found myself thinking, “Yeah, this isn’t normal. Why can’t I be like other people. Why doesn’t the same pair of shoes fit me just right?” I went through all that personal hell and finally I accepted myself and realized that’s just me. that’s my nature and I might as well enjoy it. I’m miserable when I try to be something I’m not. And too, a lot of these people who are putting me down have hang-ups worse than I have, or they do things that might be considered questionable by their peers. I had a gay friend who, when he found out I was a necrophile, said, “You can go to hell for that.” After 1979, when I was put on probation, part of the probation requirement was that I seek therapy. I had a really nice social worker. She was cool. Very nonjudgmental. The more I talked to these people, the more I realized necrophilia makes sense for me. The reason I was having a problem with it was because I couldn’t accept myself. I was still trying to live my life by other peoples standards. To accept it was peace. These people who are always trying to change me only helped me get myself more in touch with my feelings. I used to go from the therapist’s office to the funeral home. It didn’t work, folks!
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