Of the late King Richard III, buried Hoffa-style under a bunch of concrete, John writes:
I suppose after being in a parking lot for the last few decades, being reburied in a church is an improvement--but didn't he deserve a better place than an obscure shire church?Which prompts:
Or I'll be buried in the king's highway,
Some way of common trade, where subjects' feet
May hourly trample on their sovereign's head;
For on my heart they tread now whilst I live;
And buried once, why not upon my head?
--William Shakespeare, King Richard II, Act III Sc. 3.