Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are in the Good Place

“Ah – um – Alfred?” Rosencrantz’s arm jerks up and down as if he’s jostling for a word in edgewise in the middle of a crowd, even though he’s alone.

Alfred chimes into the space with the music made by two coins together, wearing only the gauziest suggestion of a dress: “How can I help?”

“Yes – ah – now when the Player said ‘private viewing’ at the orientation, does that mean… that is to say… look, do you want to get married?”

 

( Rosencrantz, Guildenstern, and Theories )

 

 

( The Player, Laertes, and Bad Alfred )