Metempsychosis: After death the soul begins a new cycle of existence in another human body
Catharsis: Purging the body by the use of a cathartic to stimulate evacuation of the bowels, (psychoanalysis) purging of emotional tensions
Both of these come together in Johnen Vasquez graphic novel Johnny the Homicidal Maniac. Johnen Vasquez also published Squee's Wonderful Big Giant Book of Unspeakable Horrors, and was the creative force behind Invader Zim. Post Invader Zim he also published I Feel Sick which is about his work for his repressively corporate TV series
Johnny is, of course, our main character and both completely insane and the only voice of reason in the book. Johnny points out several pet peevish flaws in the modern American society. He also goes on multiple tirades about the nihilism of a cathartic populace. His grim take on society and his maniacal murder sprees (in which you will find sparagmos in nearly every box of the comic) bring out a catharsis so fantastic it made me scream out YES" while reading some of his rants.
Speaking of rants I recommend checking out Foamy for good societal rants.
This leads me to the discussion of the movie Perfume: The Story of a Murderer in which Jean-Baptiste Grenouille who is born, like Publius Ovidius Naso, with a nose. Jean-Baptiste had such an incredible olfactory sense that, though born in a fish market, he could relish the smell of something as scentless as glass. He fell in love with smells, like Ovid fell in love with his ability to sniff out "what was fashionable, what would go." (Malouf 25) and to write it or create it. Jean-Baptiste worked hard and built himself up to be a great craftsman of perfume. Unfortunately, his hard work and ability to smell beauty made him wish to bottle beauty of a less... conventional perfume. He bottled the scent of the most beautiful women. Crossing a line, Jean-Baptiste was tried for several murders, like Ovid crossed the poetic line and was sentenced to exile. There is a little twist to the story of Jean-Baptiste in that he perfumes himself and everyone falls in love with him. The entire place falls into an orgy when he dabs some of his magnificent elixir on a cloth and tosses it to the wind. Jean-Baptiste walked calmly out of the building and goes home. Once back to his fish market, in a fit of depression, he dumps the entire bottle of his concoction on himself and is ripped apart and eaten by the people in the square in their love for him.