Our dearest friend and fellow lady.
Ophelia was a beloveth daughter of Polonius.
She was carethed about by thy brother Laertes.
Her eye was set on thy prince Hamlet and thy loveth her also.
She was disappointed by thy only two men in thy life that thy carethed about.
Post the passing of thy dear father, she wenteth crazy.
Laertes returned from thy trip and tried to help.
But thy was too late for that.
Her death was peaceful and thy died singing alongeth the long purples.
Rest in peace thy dear Ophelia and rest thy mind.