When I was a psychology major in college, I was very popular among other psychology students as well as some of the most distinguished professors in the department. I always wondered how fast and how ferociously they would turn on me if they knew my necro desires. My literature professor was very fond of Faulkner. One of his short stories we read was "A Rose for Emily" which is about a spinster who kept the corpse of a man in her house for decades. I remember how disgusted some people were reading the story. This was one of the few class discussion where I declined to make any comments. Articles like this one remind me how different we are from the average Joe and the importance of protecting our privacy.