'Is there sex after death' (1971) - Jeanne & Alan Abel.

Rabies and gentlesperms, I hyperbolically proffer proof positive that criminally neglected, luridly luxurious, titillatingly trashy B-Movies can be spiritually scholastic, electrifyingly erotic experiences that exquisitely expands both energized think sponges and timorous babymakers alike! 'Is there sex after death' remains a playfully mounted, rigorously wrong-headed, salaciously sardonic, terrifically tasteless, fearlessly funny expose that certainly doesn't shy away from positing the most penetrating questions! And I righteously dig on the fact that our whip-witted, heroically hip host Buck Henry clearly doesn't give a flying Buck about persistently pricking bourgeois sensibilities!!! Right on!!!! Buck the system!!!! Buck the Police...etc!