Shaken, not speared

April 23rd – the anniversary of William Shakespeare’s death. His deathday if you will. You know, if there is an afterlife for us all, birthdays would be pretty irrelevant, wouldn’t they? So we’d probably get together on the Other Side with our deceased beloveds and departed chums to celebrate our deathday.

Happy deathday to you

Happy deathday to you

You’re buried in the village church

Very near the pew.

I would just like to point out that today is my unbirthday. It is also my undeathday too. Hopefully.

“We are such stuff

As dreams are made on and our little life

Is rounded with a sleep…” Prospero, the Tempest

Always liked this scene and am also rather fond of the way in which Neil Gaiman reworked not only it’s eloquent lines but it’s themes into one of the final Sandman tales in The Wake.

And another quote from the Tempest especially for our Alien editor:

“Why, that’s my dainty Ariel! I shall miss thee;

But yet thou shalt have freedom.

So, so, so.”