The rest is silence, or at least on vibrate

In which I mourn the death of Cordelia and theater etiquette, take away NeNe’s peach, and urge horror to be less ableist.

I trust we all remember the tragic ending of King Lear, wherein the titular monarch, wracked with grief and regret, cradles the body of his only loyal daughter, Cordelia, and says, “Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, and thou no breath at all?” as somewhere, in the distance, a cell phone rings. OK, it’s possible I’m misremembering and Shakespe…