Mariner.
You are being a real effing ahole.
Cut it out.
Oh, and by the way, Mariner?
I kissed, hugged, whispered to, and cried over my dead mother, when I had a few private moments.
Dare you call me a necrophile? Was that 'freaky sick'?
Or perhaps was that a son, grieving his mother, telling her he would miss her, and hoping her new home with God was wonderful?
I'm curious to see just how twisted, evil, and hateful you can get, Mariner.