To watch ‘What Dreams May Come’ or not to watch ‘What Dreams May Come’, that is the question–
Whether tis nobler in front of my felines while in my pantaloons to suffer the Slings and Arrows of outrageous sadness, or to take Arms against a sea of conflicted emotions…And to oppose this urge? To fret, to lack sleep–
No more; and by a lack of sleep, to say thus endeth Robin Williams and his heartache and the thousand natural shocks of life that this man succumbed to, would be a consummation of an art and life lived proud but left wishing for better..
To die, to sleep, to sleep perchance to dream. Aye, there’s the rub; For in that lack of sleep, what number of times ‘What Dreams May Come’ is queued for instant streaming.
Goodnight, funnyman.
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