There I was with Horatio, just minding our own business in the graveyard having our own little conversation with the gravediggers. (Reminds me of poor Yorick, I really did love him for he was a good man.) Just then, we happened to catch sight of an ongoing procession and so, out of curiosity we went over to take a look. This was no ordinary procession however, for it was less elaborate, giving off that the death was most likely a suicide. Why did they have to have the funeral at this time?
AFTER TAKING MY FATHER, YOU JUST HAD TO TAKE THE ONLY WOMAN I LOVED-aside from my mother. Dear Ophelia, how I loved you so. I really did. Others might not understand this for I may have appeared to be mad or was using it as a ploy to my bigger plans, but deep down my love for her was true. Her death mustn't go unheeded and I will make sure of it.
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