I have just finishd reading a copy of Shakespeare's last will and testament. Please allow me to be angry.
What fine words did the 'Bard' devote to his cherished beloved?
"I give unto my wife my second best bed with the furniture"
That's it? Not even the decency to mention her name! If that wasn't enough of an insult, he used one sentence: a lousy twelve words after all those years of her caring for his brats, while in London, night after night, he poured sack down his miserly throat, and no doubt ended up with Syphallis.
What kind of person must he have been? Was that the same man who wrote the Sonnets? "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?". How could someone so into beatiful words be so insentitive to his woman?
What a prat. Why on earth people place flowers on his grave is beyond me. Better putting them on the bare, hardly noticed grave next to his: that of his little, inconsequential property, his 'wife', Anne Hathaway.
Why do people love such 'orrible little creeps?
disgusting.