Oh My Heavens!

My darling Gertrude! Why did she have to die so soon? Her sweet soul deserved to live a long and joyful life. But the greed of my brother took its wrath upon everyone- full circle. Although I didn't want her to die, I am glad about a few things. First of all, she isn't committing incest with my brother anymore. Second, she will soon be making her way up here to Heaven to be with me. I suppose in the sick, twisted way everything played out, this resolution was for the best. Hamlet can finally rest knowing that my death has been avenged. Laertes and everyone of the kingdom finally knows the truth about what happened. Ophelia and Hamlet will meet again in the paths of their afterlives and everything will be resolved. I never would have imagined all this would come from one quick little message I left for Hamlet.

Crashing Down

My heart broke for Hamlet when I saw his face as he received the news. He had no idea that Ophelia- the love of his life- was dead. He didn't even get a chance to really tell her how he felt. He was too caught up acting and scheming and then that brute Claudius tried to send him away to his execution in England! Poor Ophelia left the earth believing that Hamlet was sick of her and never loved her. I tried to comfort Hamlet while he hid in the woods, but he was so enveloped in the situation that he didn't even notice me. I'm sure nothing could really help, anyway. The only way he will get any closure is to face Laertes and straighten everything out. I hope Hamlet will handle the situation with Laertes honorably, even though he is trying so desperately to defeat him.

The Sad Truth

I believe I'm the only person who knows the truth about Ophelia's untimely death. Although some, like Laertes, would like to hold my sweet Hamlet fully responsible, he was not the driving force behind her death. I followed her to the river where she went to have some time to herself. She was still acting all loopy and crazy because of the grief she felt for her father's death. She kept chanting things about different kinds of flowers as she picked them from the riverbed. Then, she got this determined look on her face as if she had found a new flower that she really wanted. She began digging for it in the bottom of the river with her toes, watching carefully as the water cleared. Then, out of frustration, she reached down into the river with her hand to pick her prize. I saw her struggling to keep her chin above the water. I wanted to help her, but there was nothing I could do. The water swept her under and trapped her in the undercurrent. I waited helplessly for a few minutes, then saw her body float to the top at a distance. The poor child should be on her way up to Heaven right about now.

What a Mess!

WOW I cannot believe all of this is actually happening before my eyes. I was sure the reception from up here had gone bad when I saw Polonius AND Ophelia die!!! I'm terrified to see what is going to happen between Hamlet and Laertes now. Laertes has always been a respectful, honorable man. But, faced with all the grief from losing his only father and sister, he can't be in his right mind. It probably doesn't help the situation that Hamlet was the one who murdered Polonius, which then led Ophelia to kill herself. He's probably not at the top of Laertes's "Best Friend" list. I plan on doing everything in my power (the little power I have from up here) to help Hamlet in his defense against Laertes. I would feel absolutely horrible if my own prompting for revenge were to lead to the death of my beloved son. This whole situation has turned into a total mess! I just hope everyone gets what they deserve out of it.

Kill the Rat!

I'm so glad Hamlet finally got rid of that rat, Polonius! All he did was stir up trouble. But, while Hamlet was trying to enlighten his mother, I was beginning to think he may not be able to hold himself back from hurting her out of his anger and frustration. I thought my words stuck with him when I told him not to bring Gertrude into this whole revenge thing, but I couldn't be sure. So, I had to step in. Once I gently reminded Hamlet of his mother's innocence and the peculiar circumstances, he adopted a much kinder tone with her. Gertrude was absolutely shocked and horrified to learn the truth of my death and the inhonorable scum she's been sleeping with. I think at that moment, she realized why Hamlet has been acting so strangely and began to blame herslef for the whole situation. It's true that she has been the vessel for all the evil that's been going on, but she didn't have any active part in it all. I honestly just feel badly for her and Hamlet both. I've watched my wife be manipulated and taken advantage of and I've watched my son evolve from the posed, straight-forward, honorable man he was in my life to this wreckless, desperate, deceiving creature he is now.

Kill Him Already!!!

Hamlet has thought this revenge through to the fullest. He showed some serious self-control when he stopped himself from stabbing Claudius right through the ear while he was confessing. I was watching from above, practically gripping the dagger myself. I was so beyond ready for this to happen. But, I guess Hamlet has a point. If Claudius had died then, confessing his sins, he would have possibly come to join me in heaven. But then I would be in hell. God, if I have to spend one more second with that evil creature even in the afterlife, I think I'm going to birth myself! Hamlet knows what he's doing I suppose. I'm just getting even more anxious for the day of revenge to come.

Coo Coo or Cool?

Hamlet is going a little crazy with this whole thing. I feel bad for the boy. I want him to get his revenge and all, but not if it costs him his sanity! I can't really tell whether he's pretending or not anymore. The scariest part of all his coo coo rantings is that they really make sense. It's like his true emotions don't even show anymore unless he's acting crazy. I'm beginning to wonder how he will come out of this state of mind once he's gotten that scum bag to admit to my murder. Or will he?

What Bologna!

It's very revealing to watch how quickly Hamlet's dearest friends deceive him when given the command from that grotesque king. Even his longest, closest friends, Guildenstern and Rosencrantz had no reservations in their trickery. Then the love of his life, Ophelia, tried to pull the same bologna on him! What kind of people are they to deny everything they know about their comrade, Hamlet, at the drop of a single suspicion? They should have gone to Hamlet themselves first out of concern before even having to be asked by the Claudius and my dear Gertrude. Loyalty is obviously not an overwhelming trait in Denmark.

Slow, Sweet Revenge

Ah, how Hamlet has surprised me! I would have expected him to seek precise and immediate revenge on my brother as soon as I told him the truth. That's what I would have done. Claudius wouldn't have woken up the next morning. But, he has proven to be far more wise and intelligent. He definitely didn't get his temperament from me. That was all his mother's sweet talk and kisses and sensibility. His scheme is a great idea. If things go as he has planned, he may get Claudius to admit what he did before everyone so that his punishment would be commonly justified. This will, in the end, keep my precious Ham from getting in trouble with the law for taking revenge on an evil soul. I can't wait to see the look on Gertrude's face when she realizes what a scumbag she married. She will

No... You're Not Dreaming

You know I really thought that if I brought back my dead body in fully suited armor with glowing lights and dramatic music that the guards would immediately run and get Hamlet and tell him that his dead dad had come to speak to him. But, it took two guards and my scholarly friend, Horatio, a good three nights to finally convince themselves that I even existed. Surely if i were still alive I wouldn't be so quick to doubt what is obviously right in front of me. Anyway, despite the difficult time I had getting through to him, my communication with my son has finally revealed its purpose. I don't want to make Hamlet any more depressed than he already is by telling him the news of my murder. In fact, I hope it will have the opposite effect. I want him to use his act of revenge as a way to honor me and say his peaceful goodbyes- to help him get on with his own life. Besides that point, I cannot wait to see that scumbag Claudius get taken down by none other than his own kin- next in line to the throne. My brother (if I can bear to call him that) has taken his greed and self-interest beyond any reasonable lines. I knew of his evil nature even as a young boy, when he fed my sweet palace mouse, Macey, to his awful mean snake. Hamlet shall take this revenge for me, for Macey, and for all the other innocent souls shaken by his cruelty.