I will try, I seem to be rate-limited to hell and back. From Heinlein's Time Enough for Love, the implication being that old Bill Shakespeare was an unnaturall

I will try, I seem to be rate-limited to hell and back. From Heinlein's Time Enough for Love, the implication being that old Bill Shakespeare was an unnaturally long-lifer like Lazarus Long: > “Don’t praggle me, boy; I’ll quang you proper. Shakespeare and I never let grammar interfere with expressing ourselves. Why, he said to me once—” > “Oh, stop it! He died three centuries before you were born.” > “He did, huh? They opened his grave once and found it empty. The fact is, he was a half brother of Queen Elizabeth and dyed his hair to make the truth less obvious. The other fact is that they were closing in on him, so he switched. I’ve died that way several times. Ira, his will left his ‘second-best bed’ to his wife. Look up who got his best bed and you’ll begin to figure out what really happened. Do you want to try to define ‘love’?” It's no less far-fetched than all of the other theories that people keep tossing out to try to strip Shakespeare of the authorship of his plays.