To be or not to be that is the question whether this nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune or to take arms against a sea of troubles and by opposing end them. To die, to sleep no more and by a sleep to say we need end the heartache, and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to.  This a consummation Devoutly to be wished.  To die, to sleep to sleep perchance to dream at there's the rub, for in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil must give us pause.