Guys, I want a Shakespearean death scene. In all likelihood, I’m going to die as I lived—in bed, covered in Doritos and binge-watching Gilmore Girls on Netflix for the umpteenth time—and I’ve come to terms with that. But in the Shakespearean netherworld of wordplay, foreshadowing, and comeuppance, you’re never more than one pun away from being poisoned, beheaded, or baked into a pie and served to your mother. How hardcore is that?
I can’t be alone in this. So which Shakespeare fate would be yours? How would you shuffle off this mortal coil? Let’s find out together! (I’m not sure what you’re supposed to do with this information, though. Just have it, I guess.)