I'm a 35 year old male necrophiliac. Since I was about 10 I've had very strong feelings of attraction to dead women.
While the other kids played football or whatever, I'd go off on my own in the woods and pick flowers to take to the grave of a 19 year old girl who died in the 1940s. I liked being at her graveside, close to her, and I felt she liked me being there. She was my first necrophiliac love, and I still visit her grave to this day.
As an adult, these feelings never went away, but I suppressed them until my late twenties, when I came across the dessicated/mummified corpse of a young 19th century woman in a vault at a local church. I fell in love, and visited her every evening for a fortnight until the vault was sealed. Not a day goes by when I don't think about rescuing her and bringing her home with me.
I have normal relationships, and I have two lovely children, but my heart yearns for that lady in the vault. I want to marry her and care for her for the rest of my days. I know it can't happen, but I day dream about her, and there will always be something missing from my life, as long as she sleeps in that cold dark vault.