Okay, the horse is dead. It has been beaten, stabbed, flayed, choked, murdered, raised, nuked, fireballed, slashed, hacked, pierced, smashed, and hung. I am now casting trap the soul on this thread and cursing it for good measure. Just in case you don't have a soul for some reason. So, be forewarn, you touch the thread, you bring upon your doom beyond this point! This is the Way!
Joking aside for the love of everything holy and unholy let this die. Even the Necromancers are like, "Okay, I get it. Raising can be bad for some things." We get it. You are either not horny or horny for skimpy armors. To each their own. The end.