To be, or not to be? That is the question!
Whether tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, and by opposing, end them.
To die, to sleep… no more… and by a sleep to say we end the heartache and thousand natural shocks the flesh is heir to.
Tis a consummation devoutly to be wished.
To die, to sleep… To sleep, perchance to dream…
Ay! There’s the rub, for in that sleep of death, what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil must give us pause.