#death lover

I already have an #autassassinophilia fetish, but I also want to be snuffed (choking, strangling, hanging, please) to become a ghost -- and while cross-dressed, too, so I get to wear pantyhose forever. it would be too sweet. Too fun. Being killed or helped to suicide in an abandoned house (or maybe your house) that I could haunt or be a necromantic companion would be a life/death goal. I don't know you could call this oddity, but i am guessing it's some form of reverse #spectrophilia or #necromancy. I just know that I've long wanted to vanish and become a part of the spirit world (while someone does something with my corpse: bury in the woods, necro, keep it locked up in a room or under their bed, etc). Now, the tricky part is finding a girl who'd help me become a corpse.

Idk 💜💙

I love the idea of a woman helping me become a corpse ...

Often I look back to when I was a kid and how I always wanted to play the character who died (i.e. A dead soldier/robber or the lion king's Mufasa). And try to figure out why that was the case. I also wonder where my love of morbid artwork horror movies and such. What I keep coming back to are the earliest memories of going to my grandparents house and them leaving to go to work. Above is a reprint of an "ad" featuring my granddad take between the late sixties and seventies. If it's not obvious what their company did. They made gravestones and other funerary ornaments. I was never taken to see the tombstones be made and my first funeral was when I was teenager. But I've come the the conclusion that being a very small child with the knowledge that everyone dies. That as got to be what set me on a death infatuation. Just thought I'd share. Oh and fun fact I had great aunt who was a professional mourner decades before I was born. If you unclear as to what a professional mourner does. She was paid to go to local funerals and and cry for people she didn't know.