Remember in 2012, when the remains of King Richard III were found under a freaking parking lot?
|He looks rather peeved about being dumped unceremoniously|
in the ground, as well a freaking King of England should.
How cool is that?
And then, something happened that I now demand be duplicated at my own funeral (in approximately 80 years): Benedict Cumberbatch read a poem written specially for the occasion.
It would totally be worth it to be an unnoticed heap of bones for 500 years if Benedict Cumberbatch showed up to read me a poem at the end of it all.
The poem, by the way, is gorgeous. It was written by Britain's poet laureate, Carol Ann Duffy, who turns out to be pretty good at this kind of thing.
Have you ever read/seen Shakespeare's Richard III? You know: "Now is the winter of our discontent," "A horse, my kingdom for a horse," and my personal favorite, "Dispute not with her; she is lunatic."
Seriously, if you've never read it or it's been a while, go here and have at it.
Oh yeah, and watch this about 50 times.
I love everything about this story. Someone should write a play about it. Or at least a sonnet. Or an episode of "Sherlock."
Definitely going to watch the video a few more times.