I found this story on Futility Closet's blog here. It tells the story of a total creep, and a famous man who apparently liked being creeped on.
"In 1798 Horatio Nelson’s navy defeated a French fleet off the coast of Egypt. Captain Benjamin Hallowell, who helped to destroy the French flagship L’Orient, sent Nelson a macabre gift:
Herewith I send you a Coffin made of part of L’Orient’s Main mast, that when you are tired of this Life you may be buried in one of your own Trophies — but may that period be far distant, is the sincere wish of your obedient and much obliged servant,
"Nelson was indeed buried in it after his death in the Battle of Trafalgar in 1805."
Okay, who even–
Why would you think–
No, you know what, there is nothing I can possibly say that Lady Hamilton probably hasn't already said. I bet you anything that before Nelson's death she was like, "Baby, NO. That is some messed up shit."