The Last Will and Testament of Ophelia

Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen

Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide,
No escape from reality.
Open your eyes,
Look up to the skies and see,
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy,
Because I'm easy come, easy go,
Little high, little low,
Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me.

Mama, just killed a man,
Put a gun against his head,
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead.
Mama, life had just begun,
But now I've gone and thrown it all away.
Mama, ooh,
Didn't mean to make you cry,
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow,
Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters.

Too late, my time has come,
Sends shivers down my spine,
Body's aching all the time.
Goodbye, everybody, I've got to go,
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth.
Mama, ooh (any way the wind blows),
I don't wanna die,
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all.

I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango?
Thunderbolt and lightning,
Very, very frightening me.
(Galileo) Galileo.
(Galileo) Galileo,
Galileo Figaro
Magnifico.

I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me.
He's just a poor boy from a poor family,
Spare him his life from this monstrosity.
Easy come, easy go, will you let me go.

Bismillah! No, we will not let you go.
(Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go.
(Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go.
(Let me go) Will not let you go.
(Let me go) Will not let you go.
(Let me go) Ah.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
(Oh, mama mia, mama mia) Mama mia, let me go.
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me.

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye.
So you think you can love me and leave me to die.
Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby,
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here.

Nothing really matters,
Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters,
Nothing really matters to me.

Any way the wind blows.

These lyrics relate to Hamlet because the person singing the song can’t tell what is truly going on in reality and what’s happening in this “other world.” This relates to Hamlet because, I, well, start to lose it after a while and can’t tell what’s really happening in the world versus if I’m just making it up. Especially when my father dies. “She is importunate,/Indeed distract; her mood will needs be pitied (4. 5. 2-3).” I’d chose for this to be played during my entrance to the church in my new-found home (aka my casket, which should be made up to my very wishes, because otherwise, things will not go very well), or when I’m being lowered into the ground because it’s what I want and no one should mess with someone’s final wishes. Wait, take a deep breath, Ophelia, it’s okay. There’s no need to get upset over nothing. Because everything will be just. Perfect. Ah. Perfection. Something I need in life. 

Like the song says, “But now I've gone and thrown it all away,” some people may think that I’ve killed myself and don’t deserve a true funeral. “Is she to be buried in Christian burial,/when she willfully seeks her own salvation (5. 1. 1-2).” Well, I certainly didn’t plan on throwing everything away, but when things spiral out of your own control, it’s hard to see clearly and everything just gets so cloudy. One minute, everything is fine and the next minutes, boom! You’re in the water and can’t seem to get out. So, Mr. Gravedigger, give me the proper Christian funeral, or there will be 500 additional years in purgatory for you. And as for the doctor, who said “Her death was doubtful (5. 1. 234),” you would be wrong and you get an extra 600 years in purgatory. Boys, enjoy your time there because you have a lot of time there, and there is no early check-out payment.

“(Oh, mama mia, mama mia) Mama mia, let me go/Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me.” This is something that I want to say to Laertes. He probably wants to find a reason that this happened to me, and will probably blame it on Hamlet. Well, darling brother, please don’t blame Hamlet. I know I defied you and father’s wishes, but I just wanted to be the one I love. And your advice of “fear it, Ophelia; fear it, my dear sister (1. 3. 37),” maybe you’re right. Maybe I should have feared Hamlet a little more, and maybe I should have obeyed father like I said I would. I mean, I even told him “I shall obey, my lord (1. 4. 145).”  I guess I just need to listen to those around me and not let love overtake my vision. For that, I’m sorry.

I just have one more thing I want to leave you with for today. “Nothing really matters,/Anyone can see,/Nothing really matters,/Nothing really matters to me.” In the end, I’m dead, and there’s nothing that can be done about it. I know people will miss me, and I can accept that. Please do not spend so much time thinking about me. I don’t want Hamlet to be double depressed over the loss of his father and his girlfriend.

My Immortal by Evanescence

I'm so tired of being here

Suppressed by all my childish fears

And if you have to leave

I wish that you would just leave

Your presence still lingers here

And it won't leave me alone

These wounds won't seem to heal

This pain is just too real

There's just too much that time cannot erase

When you cry I'd wipe away all of your tears

When you scream I'd fight away all of your fears

And I held your hand through all of these years

But you still have

All of me

You used to captivate me

By your resonating light

Now I'm bound by the life you left behind

Your face – it haunts

My once pleasant dreams

Your voice – it chased away

All the sanity in me

These wounds won't seem to heal

This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

When you cry I'd wipe away all of your tears

When you scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me

I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along

When you cry I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me

These lyrics also relate to Hamlet because of the angst in the song, which is exactly how I feel about my life sometimes. Especially Hamlet. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love him, but he’s got so many problems right now and he just unloads it all on me. Like, sometimes I have problems too, and he just doesn’t care.
“When you cry I'd wipe away all of your tears/When you scream I'd fight away all of your fears/And I held your hand through all of these years/But you still have/All of me.” This part of the song reminds when Hamlet randomly showed up in my room one night and once again, unloads all of his baggage on me. “Long stayed he so./At last, a little shaking of mine arm,/And thrice his head thus waving up and down (2. 1. 103-105).” I mean, it’s like the writers of the song knew exactly what Hamlet was doing in my room and wrote a song for me. And of course, I gave Hamlet everything I had in order to help him out. And he’ll forever have everything of me because no one can forget a girl like me. Even when “I did repel his letters and denied/His access to me (2. 1. 121-122)” he still found a way to talk to me and make me fall even more in love with him. Sometimes a girl just can’t help it.

“I’m so tired of being here/Suppressed by all my childish fears/And if you have to leave/I wish that you would just leave.” This part of the song reminds me of when I was talking to Hamlet after he made this huge speech when he thought he was by himself, but I was listening the entire time. He was talking about killing himself, and it’s like, OH MY GOD! I’ve heard you talk about this for weeks now. I love you and all, but if you’re going to do it, just do it because I’m getting so tired of hearing you talk about it. Anyway. I heard him talking and when he said “Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer . . . or to take arms against a sea of troubles (3. 1. 65, 67) I knew how serious Hamlet’s problem was and I had all these fears come back to me that I had when I was a little girl. I started becoming afraid that I was going to end up an old maid and then I would bring disgrace unto my whole family and my father wouldn’t say anything directly to me but I know he’d be disappointed that Hamlet messed me up so much and he’d have to arrange a marriage to someone and I wouldn’t ever love that person or he’d lock me in a tower and let my hair grow long . . . oh wait, that’s Rapunzel. Now I’m getting my fears and my fairytales mixed up. But I also was afraid when he asked me “Are you honest (3. 1. 113) because basically he asked me if I was sleeping around with anyone else. And while it’s not a childish fear, I’m afraid that, with everything Hamlet is going through, that he’s the one who isn’t being honest. And I just can’t deal with that. I really can’t.

“These wounds won't seem to heal/This pain is just too real/There's just too much that time cannot erase.” A little after Hamlet’s big speech and the little talk we had, I said something like “O, woe is me/’T have seen what I have seen (3. 1. 174-175).” These two go together because I’ve got so much going on, hence the woe on my part, and Amy Lee’s wounds that won’t heal, her pain that’s too real, and the too much that time just won’t erase for her. Again, me and Hamlet. We’ve gone through so much together and there’s too much history for us to ever change what we have. So, I guess I’m going to do my thing and wait it out for a bit. And if Hamlet takes the bait, then everything will work out perfectly.

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