As Tom Lehrer may have said; necrophilia can be dead boring.

Fair Eleanor seems to survive one kiss of George Collins' "lilywhite lips" but the news of his death is too much for six pretty maids of London Town. What's going on there? (Don't tell me - I'm probably better off not knowing.)

How about Villikins though, who kissed Dinah's corpse ten thousand times over, and then swallowed the poison?

Poor Willie in Cecilia Costello's "The Grey Cock" is also a bit off colour when he comes to visit his true love.