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Yes, it's just tragic, dear heart, isn't it?

From Homo erectus by Ivana Humpfalot...
Hamlet kissed Horatio tenderly. He ran his hand along Horatio's muscular shoulder and said, "Denmark is lost I fall on my sword." He died.

Bruce wept. "A noble heart here breaks. Goodnight sweet prince, and tunes of ABBA sing thee to thy rest. "

ENTER Fortinbras: "This quarry cries on havoc!

Let four drag queens bear Hamlet like a soldier to the stage; For he was likely, had he been put on,
To have prov'd most royally: and, for his passage,
The soldiers' music and the rites of war
Speak loudly for him.—

Take up the bodies.—Such a sight as this
Becomes the field, but here shows much amiss.
Go, bid the soldiers dance."