Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? (Hamlet, V.i)
Hamlet's response to the bones of Yorick is beautifully stated. I wonder if we will soon need some kind of special permission to quote the likes of Shakespeare without fear of imprisonment.
*photo borrowed from Wikipedia. If you would like me to remove it, I will gladly do so.