Famous epitaph aside, the Bard's final resting place needs a makeover:
I say it's a result of old Will turning in his grave from some recent productions.
[T]he stones above his grave are starting to flake and fall apart. Clergymen have trod on the stones for nearly four centuries, and the foot traffic is taking its inevitable toll.
People who love the church and its place in British literary history want to fix it — provided they can do so without digging up's remains and facing the mysterious threat.
"We're avoiding the curse," said Jospehine Walker, a spokeswoman for the Friends of Shakespeare's Church group. "We are not lifting the stones, we are not looking underneath, and the curse is for the bones underneath, so the curse is irrelevant for this work."
And, yo, Oxfordians, no cries for DNA tests, ok?