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Nábrók (calqued as necropants, literally "corpse britches") are a pair of pants made from the skin of a dead man or woman, which are believed in Icelandic witchcraft to be capable of producing an endless supply of money.[1] It is highly unlikely these pants ever existed outside of folklore.[2]

He asked you not to do it.

Lol, the best way to get me to do something.

“A man who wants to have such breeches must make an agreement with someone still alive that as soon as the latter dies, he can have the use of his skin. As soon as this happens, the survivor goes to the churchyard by night and digs the dead man up. He then flays the skin off from the waist down and slips it off in one piece, for he must take care that there is no hole in the breeches.

When a sorcerer put on the flayed skin from his friend’s legs, it would latch onto his flesh. Every part of it would stick to the sorcerer like glue. Only one small flap of flesh would remain loose: a small pocket at the wearer’s scrotum.

In that pocket, the sorcerer would have to place a magic rune and a coin stolen from a wretchedly poor widow. From then, he would be able to reach his hand into the pocket and pull out as much wealth as he wanted without ever running out.

The coin the sorcerer had to steal couldn’t just be taken at any time. He had to steal it “at the moment between the reading of the Epistle and the Gospel on one of three major church festivals of the year” – or, in essence, when it would desecrate a moment of extreme Christian devotion.

The wearer of the pants was all but guaranteed damnation in hell. He had only one chance to redeem his immortal soul: before he died, he would have to convince someone else to take the pants from him.

This, though, would be no small task. A sorcerer couldn’t simply peel off the pants. The best he could do would be to pull his right leg out, but his left leg would stay glued to the dried skin. The only way to get it off would be to have somebody place their right leg inside. The necropants would latch themselves wholly onto the new wearer, and then and only then would the former owner be free.

He had to act fast, though. If he died with the pants still at his waist, his corpse would be torn apart by lice the second he died, and his immortal soul would be damned to hell.

Story comes from somewhere is Papey Island, a small island off the eastern coast of Iceland. That, at least, is the most likely source of the story Jón Árnason wrote down after years of it being passed down orally. The people of Papey Island didn’t just believe that necropants were real. They insisted that they knew a man who owned a pair.

The only known person who has ever been accused of wearing necropants was an 18th-century Papey Islander named Mensalder Jonsson – or, as he was known to his neighbors, Mensalder the Rich .

According to the people of Papey Island, Mensalder Jonsson amassed an endless fortune after putting on the flesh of a dead friend. He’d sworn that he would peel the necropants off when he had all that he needed and beg for God’s forgiveness of his immortal soul.

Cool folk story. Thanks for sharing.

Patrick says

Nábrók (calqued as necropants, literally "corpse britches") are a pair of pants made from the skin of a dead man or woman, which are believed in Icelandic witchcraft to be capable of producing an endless supply of money.[1] It is highly unlikely these pants ever existed outside of folklore.[2]

and wiki again is retarded in this - they want gender equality even in necropants. Instructions specifically tell about scrotum in the dead persons skin, so this can not be a woman unless it is modern definition of womyn with penises.
they manage to fuck up even ancient mythology.

I hate money that smells like balls, but it is nice to have an excuse for scratching your crotch all the time.

There is no mention of the available denomination of the demon cash. Like, how many crotch grabs does it take to get enough to buy another Hummer?

Alright! Britches are making a comeback.

Demon Yoga Pants. I hope these don't catch on at the gym. At least you know when there's a big tipper. "Here, my good man, just let me reach into my crotch for your gratuity."

Speaking of Britches, Britches are the reason it's called a "Pair" of pants.
As Britches originally were leggings, people wore under their toga, loincloths, and other skirt like garments before the invention of pants, to keep their legs warm.
Pants, or Britches as we know them, eventually came from the act of girding your loins for battle. Where the open ends of the open garment, were wrapped around the groin with the leggings(britches) stuffed inside. Eventually someone figured out, why not just sew the open skirt garment to the leggings, making the pants we have today. But the "Pair of" britches or pants stuck, even though it was now just one garment. There never was a pant, or a britch.

Bd6r says

wiki again is retarded in this - they want gender equality even in necropants. Instructions specifically tell about scrotum in the dead persons skin, so this can not be a woman

Are you saying that a woman cannot have a scrotum? You sexist pig!

Whenever I have a meal of hairless goat and a nice Chianti I always dress in necropants for the occasion.