It is thy Hamlet, I had lived a noble life being the son of the king but as thy was in the woods thy was talked to by a ghost and the ghost and been thy father who had died. It had told me the truth about my father death and thy could barely believe but it was true that my uncle had killed his own brother, the king. Even though thy had died thy had died with a smile knowing thy had avenged my father but thy had to live with the pain of losing everyone that was close to him and living with the guilt of killing poor Ophelia's father and being the reason she went mad and had died herself.