For several years I lived among people in New Guinea whose ancestors had practiced cannibalism. No one that I knew had eaten human flesh, but one of the grandmothers recalled that as a very young girl they cut up a vicious enemy and sent parts of him around to be fully vanquished. I learned 2 things ... 1. The feet are the best part. If you're gonna barbecue your neighbor, stick to those. 2. Much like cannibalism in North America prior to European settlement, no one ever ate a whole human body. You eat a small part to ward off the spiritual return of the enemy. Gotta get it all ... Body and Spirit.