Hamlet:
Whose was it?

Gravedigger:
A bastard mad fellow's, it was! Whose did you think it was?

Hamlet:
No, I don't know.

Gravedigger:
I curse him for a mad rogue! He once poured a mug of wine on my head. This very skull, sir, was Sir Yorick's skull, the King's Jester.

Hamlet:
This?

Gravedigger:
Yes, that.

Hamlet:
Alas, poor Yoricke. I knew him, Horatio, he was a fellow of unlimited jest, of most excellent whimsy.

He carried me on his back a thousand times, and now how abhorrent to my thoughts his skull is.

I feel nauseous looking at it.
Here were those lips that I once kissed, I don't know how often.

Where is your teasing, now? Your frolicking, your songs, your varieties of merriment, that would make everyone at the table laugh out loud? There's no one now to ridicule your own grinning, quite agape.

Now, go to my lady's table, and tell her, put her makeup on an inch thick, because she, herself, must eventually come to be like this, and make her laugh at that. Please, Horatio, tell me one thing.

Horatio:
What's that, my Lord?

Hamlet:
Do you think Alexander the Great looked like this in the earth?

Horatio:
Yes, even so.

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Inspired again in the Keneth Branagh version.

The background sucks becasue...well I couldn't made a proper one so I used a lame photograph and some lighting effects from Photoshop.

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I hope you like it.