i can still remember the day the necrophiliacs came to my door. there were four of them there with their collection of corpses. it was around lunchtime, and they were hungry, so i invited them in.

they were pleasant people, well-read but somewhat naive. while i had little in common with them, they were lively conversationalists. i must admit that i found their sense of humor a bit morbid, though.

before they left they offered me one of their extra corpses. i told them that my tastes didn't really run that way, but they insisted. i propped the body up in the fields and used it as a scarecrow, but the crows came anyway. it was really no damn good at all.