Moon Take Thy Flight. Now Die, Die, Die, Die

(I’m on the phone with my dad while on my way to a local park to catch a play. I’ve just told him that the play I’m going to is King Lear.)

Dad: “Oh! That was the first one I ever bought. I liked it so much.”

Me: “I read it before. It’ll be good to see it, though.”

Dad: “Yeah, it’s dense reading.”

Me: “It’s the one with the daughters, right?”

Dad: “I actually can’t remember. It’s been too long since I’ve read it.”

Me: “I’m pretty sure that it’s basically Dear As Salt, but with more death.”

Dad: “It’s Shakespeare. Everyone always dies.”

Me: “Not true. Not in the comedies. Nobody dies in Midsummer Night’s Dream.”

Dad: “True. We only wish they would.”