Human (sort of)

The Ghost: I am thy father's spirit,

Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night,

Not that other guy, Ophelia,

The spirit of King Blyssffstt.

Hamlet: upon my word -

This preponderance of spirits hath me full vex’d;

Which is Hamlet? Which Ophelia? Which living and which dead?

Who are we all but ghosts upon a waking stage,

Dreaming - dreamt; haunted, haunting; all unmoored -

Upon a theatre plain, of blighted vanity.

The Ghost: Mark me -

"Now I've shot so many Nazis, Daddy will have to buy me a sable coat." (From his Wikipedia article).

Neil Munro "Bunny" Roger

June 9, 1911-April 27, 1997.

Bunny Roger killed a bunch of Nazis and then invented Capri pants.

He was expelled from Oxford for his indiscrete gayness (discrete gayness being perfectly fine at Oxford and part of the curriculum until...today probably, at least like 1992?). Then, having been sent down to London, he started his own fashion business, and his first client was Vivien Leigh.

Bunny served in WWII, killing fascists in North Africa and Italy, and often wearing a mauve scarf in the field. Roger claimed that he had gone into a battle brandishing a rolled-up copy of VOGUE and commanding: "When in doubt, powder heavily!"

Roger was known in high society for his themed soirées; Diamond, Amethyst, and Flame Balls were held to celebrate his 60th, 70th, and 80th birthdays. He wore a curious plum colored catsuit with a feathered headdress at his 70th birthday ball in 1981. At his 80th, he made his entrance in a catsuit of scarlet sequins with a cape of orange organza, greeting his guests from behind a wall of fire. His parties were covered by the newspapers, including a New Year's Eve Fetish Ball where the proper upper class mixed with young guests in rubber S/M gear.

From an obituary: "Beneath his mauve mannerisms, Bunny was stalwart, frank, dependable and undeceived; to onlookers a passing peacock, to intimates, a life enhancer and exemplary friend."

From another obituary:

And this in-memoriam piece.

Let me remind you, Jane Austen did write an obstinate headstrong girl, her name was Louisa Musgrove.

Jane Austen pushed her off a cliff.

🤨 wait a second… does this guy maybe have… 🤨 a crush? 🤨 on me?? Okay wait. Let me ask real quick. Because Great If True. Okay NEVERMIND NEVERMIND. READ THE ROOM WRONG. So silly of me!!

But I was facepalming at Eric wandering around in the woods without a shirt and sort of screaming Eric, Are You Being Wild in the Wilderness? and (channeling Blair Wladorf) Waistcoats Are Not Shirts, Eric!