Nuss is now a walking shadow, a poor player that strutted and fretted its years upon Broadway and then is heard no more…

As Nussbaum & Wu’s official funeral will be held today, Bwog is honoring the tragedy of its untimely demise with a dramatic Shakespearean death poem.

They say a rose by any other name would smell just as sweet (Romeo and Juliet)
But Nuss, the dorm, without its bagel shop, is incomplete
Health Department, hide your fires (Macbeth)
Let not bad reviews ruin my breakfast desires

To die, to sleep, perchance to dream (Hamlet)
Of French Toast, pancakes, and whipped cream
What’s past is prologue, and we promise to not forget (The Tempest)
When Nuss plunged us into further debt

In time we hate that we often fear // and make death proud to take us (Antony and Cleopatra)
Nuss, your memory will have to placate us
So our virtues lie in the interpretation of time (Coriolanus)
We choose to mourn through gatherings and Shakespearean rhyme

A violent delight has a violent end (Romeo and Juliet)
With a Facebook event, we celebrate the travesty we cannot mend
The weight of this sad time we must obey (King Lear)
As such, Columbians will unite on September’s sixth day

May the winds blow till they have wakened death (Othello)
If it is possible Nuss has not taken its final breath
However, thou know’st ’tis common; all that lives must die (Hamlet)
As such, 2897 Broadway is where we will say a final, tearful goodbye

Image via Bwog Archives.