There’s been talk for years about excavating Shakespeare’s grave, and of course that’s never going to happen, but plan B has always been to scan the ground and see what’s under there because we just can’t leave well enough alone. Apparently it’s finally been done, and we have to wait to learn the results.
I’m not sure how I feel about this. On the one hand I want to know everything. But on the other, I mean, the man’s dead, what right do we have to go checking him out in his final resting place? Why exactly is taking a quick peek any better than breaking out the shovels? I prefer the Schrodinger’s Cat interpretation of Shakespeare’s curse:
Good friend, for Jesus’ sake forebeare,
To digg the dust enclosed heare;
Bleste be the man that spares thes stones,
And curst be he that moves my bones.
Forget the literal dig and move nonsense, since certainly those were the only methods of disturbance that the author (likely not Shakespeare, of course) could imagine. Clearly the desire, as really it should be with all graves, is to leave it the hell alone.