To be, or not to be, that is the question. Whether ‘tis 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 end the heartaches and the thousand natural shocks that flesh in heir to: ‘tis a consummation devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep; perchance to dream.