Islam harbours some strange ideas: the 72 virgins that await suicide bombers, female genital mutilation, niqabs, child brides, forbidding women’s education, and so on.
A law about to be introduced by Egypt’s Islamist government will provide permission for husbands to copulate with their wives for up to six hours after they die. Lest anyone denounce this as sexist, women will have the same opportunity.
How many husbands – or wives – have been clamouring for this law, one wonders? Has this been a common, but illegal practice, up until now? Why six hours – does it only become necrophilia at 6 hours and one minute?
From here:
Egyptian husbands will soon be legally allowed to have sex with their dead wives – for up to six hours after their death.
The controversial new law is part of a raft of measures being introduced by the Islamist-dominated parliament.
It will also see the minimum age of marriage lowered to 14 and the ridding of women’s rights of getting education and employment.
[….]
The subject of a husband having sex with his dead wife arose in May 2011 when Moroccan cleric Zamzami Abdul Bari said marriage remains valid even after death.
He also said that women have the right to have sex with her dead husband, alarabiya.net reported.
Meanwhile, an Egyptian comedian has been convicted of insulting Islam. He must be an ingenious fellow to have found a way to insult a religion that cheerfully promotes having sex with dead people.
It brings a whole new meaning to the expression “dead stiff”.
Seriously David? Do you actually go looking for this stuff? Ugh.
No, I came across it by chance.
But while we are on the subject, it made an appearance in Anthony Powell’s “Temporary Kings”, a novel in his 12 volume sequence “A Dance to the Music of Time” (one of the greatest English comic novels of the 20th Century imho).
One of the protagonists, Pamela Widmerpool hated her husband and slept around to get back at him. Her latest conquest was a necrophiliac so, to cater to his tastes, she committed suicide to wreak what she saw as the ultimate revenge on her husband.
There is an Anthony Powell society that used to give out a Widmerpool award to deserving candidates.
And now I’m going to look for some wholesome guitar music to play – I’ve written a new song for our move; maybe I’ll post that at some point.