These posters would never fly today as advertisements for legitimate theater.  Frankly, I'm surprised they were accepted in the 1920s, when Grand Guignol was at its brief height.

The point of Grand Guignol was extreme, realistic violence.  They had all manner of graphic violence, and showing the violence was something that wasn't at all common---especially with the realistic, buckets of blood approach.  The Elizabethans had their go at it, but they were restrained by comparison to Grand Guignol, who really went balls to the walls with this.  As the quote below explains the experiences of one actress in the company:

The posters, however, suggest there was something more than just blood lust and seeing realistic violence on stage, for an audience who had never experienced such a thing in their entertainment before.  

It was sexual: in particular, it was overt sexual violence toward women.  

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.