Anti-necrophilia?

Marvell's 'To His Coy Mistress"

"The grave's a fine and private place,
But none, I think, do there embrace."


Not to mention the verses from "Darling Clementine":

5. In a churchyard, near the canyon,
Where the myrtle doth entwine,
There grow roses, and other posies,
Fertilized by Clementine.

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7. In my dreams she still doth haunt me,
Robed in garments soaked in brine.
Though in life I used to hug her,
Now she's dead, I'll draw the line.