Alas, a garroting feeling on the throat expands to his galloping heart, as Hamlet, surrounded by deadfolkcold mist, tumblestands in loneliveness on pet cemetery. i doubt that he might be able to utter a single word here, just panicking thoughts possible.

So no speculating and complaints for his firstfriend Jorick, who, i suggest, did celebrate his end as "Spanferkel".

Life is not easy for our Prince-of-Danmark, when he knows himself to be rated on foodlist ?!