The picture above is of Mark Sturkenboom's Memory Box.  It includes a spritzer for perfume, a system for playing music, and a glass dildo which may hold a person's ashes.  The idea is that the bereaved may experience the love and passion of their lost lover, by smelling their cologne, hearing their favorite song, and being sexually stimulated by their ashes.  Go here for the original article I read about this.

Is this possible?  I mean, is it possible to have sexual stimulation from using a dildo containing the ashes of someone who has died?

Let's say that Lord Ristretto, my boyfriend, has died, suddenly, and I am in a position where I may have his ashes.  Let's say that a certain amount of time has elapsed, during which the intense horror of mourning has occurred.  So I've arrived at a point that I can contemplate doing this without being offended or disgusted by it.  Perhaps I'm lonely and physically hungry enough that this sounds appetizing.  

What would this experience involve?  Turning on his favorite song, spritzing myself with his cologne, and inserting a cold, inhumanly hard dildo into my vagina and think of him?  Because that experience would be absolutely nothing like sex with my boyfriend.  I'm not saying that the ashes dildo wouldn't be pleasurable at all and it's an offensive idea.  I think that this idea might be approached differently.

What I would do is dress the dildo up, put a hat on it, googily eyes, a Superman cape.  I would make it an icon, the reinvented version of my boyfriend.  It would be funny and reverential (Batman would be a better outfit, because his lordship prefers Batman).  I would dress up its box as a bed, make sheets for it out of his pillowcase so it smelled like him.  I might even cut out a picture of his face and tape it to the pointy top of the dildo, and I could kiss it and make a joke about him easily becoming hard with just a kiss.

This is just one way to approach it.  How else could it work?  This offers great potential, and uses the ashes as a totem which I think can be a powerful tool for mourning.  The sexual loss in death should be confronted and accepted. 

There's something about a Death Fetish that makes perfect sense to me.  And it has nothing to do with the concept of the orgasm being a Little Death (petit mort).  

There is something intimate between a killer and his/her victim.  To kill someone, theoretically, can be the greatest form of intimacy: the victim has a last person they see, the last person who knew them, the one person who took their life.  It's a form of virginity, where the person "taking" the "first" event becomes elevated made all important.  The ultimate, infamous Romantic lover.

 The above Redditor limits his definition of Death Fetish to male/female scenarios, but it can be more complex than that.  Going to Fetnoir.com, you'll discover how complex this can be.  There are various forms of death, those involving crimes and rape, executions, movies and anime and all forms of art work.  Femme fetales fit into this universe, as do the traditional masked burglar who appears in stereotypical rape fantasies.  Sex can occur before, during or after the death.  And, of course, there is quite a lot of it on the internet.  

I went to psycho-thrillers.com, mentioned by the Redditor above, and found quite a long list of movies involving death fetish.  I pulled the following images, the ones that struck me the most because of all the fetishes included in this one film:

Priests, murder, sexual predators (I'm assuming that this means that the priest is a pedophile, and the woman pictured is, by implication, underage.  Of course, because of the pornography laws in the US, portraying such things is illegal).  For me, this is a fetish jackpot.  And it's just the beginning.

I found this on Reddit, of course, buried in comments on this post.  Not only did this guy cum on the dead bird, he dressed it as the pope, named it Pope Avian, and gave it a traditional viking funeral.  Why?  Because he could, I suppose.  Because he was a creative, open minded person, imaginative person.  Because, like a child, he had to make up a story for it.  And an entertaining one at that.  

What makes this most bizarre is the fact that he came on it.  Why not just piss on it?  Because that would be disrespectful.  But to cum on it?  We cum on things that excite us, that move us physically.  Cumming on something is paying tribute.  It is a form of honor.  

Is this guy a pervert?  A freak?  Of course he is.  And we need more people like him in the world.

The image below is a step by step description of the process.  Click on it to get to a larger image.