Sunday, November 27, 2011

A Necrophilic Funeral

A Necrophilic Funeral

By MichiganGhoul, the Minister of Necrophilia

 Regular readers know that I have little tolerance for right hand path/mainstream 'spiritualism', 'supernatural' beliefs, and so forth. Secular ceremonies performed by individuals or groups (wherein a person or people concentrate his/her/their energy toward a singular goal) however, can be and often are useful tools. A stimulated human mind is the most powerful entity on earth, and psychodrama (i.e., "directed acting", if you will) can inspire, arouse, excite or console the participant(s). As Cedric Mims said in his recent book, 'When We Die': "The need for simple ceremonies and remembrances will remain, because this is a cornerstone of human nature and is independent of belief in an afterlife." In a related vein, the late Anton LaVey, writing in his notorious 'Satanic Bible', had this to say about the value of ceremony: "The formalized begining and end of the ceremony acts as a dogmatic, anti-intellectual device, the purpose of which is to disassociate the activities and frame of reference of the outside world from that of the ritual chamber, where the whole will must be employed." (page 120)

The following funeral ritual is secular in nature and geared toward the disposal of the remains of someone who in life was a necrophile. In this scenario, it is assumed that the body has been cremated and the ashes obtained by the next of kin.

This ritual should ideally take place at night under a full moon, with the participant(s) standing atop a hill. Alternately, it may be performed in a vast, open field. If waiting until a clear, full moon is not practical, a strong artificial light (such as a large flashlight) may be substituted. Predominantly black clothing should be worn, although any adornments desired may also be worn. Items needed for this ritual: A cloth or paper banner of the symbol of necrophilia A cassette/compact disc player.

A cassette/cd containing the music that most intensely stirs one's emotions in relation to memories of the deceased. (This can, in theory, be any brand of music, although bombastic Classical symphony music would be ideal. Some suggestions would be the finale from the '1812 Overture', 'In the Hall of the Mountain King', or 'Danse Macabre') A favored beverage (and as many individual containers as there are participants) A photo (or sketch) of the deceased. The light (if necessary) is turned on, the banner is placed within view of all present with the deceased's photo being placed in the immediate foreground. The music is then cued)

The participant(s) take a pinch of the remains and deposit them into their cups. The celebrant then speaks these words: "(Name of the deceased) has ceased to exist as a person. As a fitting tribute to his/her memory, I/we hereby consume a portion of his/her remains. (All participants then raise their containers in a toast and drink the entire contents) At this point, testimonies relating to the deceased may be spoken aloud or simply contemplated. After each person has had a chance to say his/her piece, the celebrant continues: "While we miss the presence of our fallen (friend/Comrade/companion/lover/any other suitable word used to describe the deceased) we also realize that a corpse has no value and no 'rights.' As the divine Marquis de Sade wrote in his monumental work, 'Juliette': "We are naught but an amalgam of mere material elements....once smitten by death, our dissolution is complete....respect shown to bits of decomposed matter would appear such palpable nonsense that nobody would think to espouse it. But our pride is loath to acknowledge this certitude of no longer existing; instead, we prefer to believe that the shades of the departed, yet hovering around his corpse, expect consideration to be shown to this derelict; one dreads offending them, and thus, without realizing it, one slips into the worst impiety and the most entire absurdity. So let us make thoroughly our own the doctrine that once we are dead, absolutely nothing of us exists anymore, and that this mortal coil we leave on earth is nothing else than what our excrements were, when we dropped them at the foot of a tree in those days when we were alive. Well penetrated by this system, we would sense that to a cadaver neither honor nor concern nor duties are owing; that the only treatment it merits, far less for its sake than for ours, is burial, incineration, or to be fed to scavengers."

So saying, the celebrant withdraws a handful of human ash and, facing the North, tosses it freely. He/she continues, turning to the East, South and West, tossing a handful of ash at each turn until the vessel is empty. The participant(s) then face the necrophilic banner, right arms/fingers extended outward in a 90 degree angle salute. The celebrant then speaks these words: "Viva Necrophilia! Hail Sergeant Bertrand! Hail Ed Gein! " (any participants repeat the phrases immediately after the celebrant has spoken them) As the participant(s) lower his/her/their arms, the word "Farewell" is softly spoken. The props are then gathered and the participant(s) leave(s) the area and the now meaningless remains of the deceased behind him/her/ them.

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