Yeah, but nothing stops Nekron, you might as well just deal with your dead as you please and forget about it if it's him you're worried about, stick 'em in the dirt next to Aunt Mabel out back of the old local Lutheran church guarded by nothing but the priest's glaucoma-ridden 16-year-old dog if you like.
Anybody who needs a body is foiled by that body's dissolution, and anybody who doesn't need a body isn't going to be impressed by your cold storage vault, is all I'm saying, here.