It’s been over a year since we first heard these troubling and frantic words from Cindy Anthony when, on the 911 tapes, she said: “ There’s something wrong, I found my daughter’s car today, it smells like there’s been a dead body in the damn car.”
To me those words have the same eerie feel as: “There is something rotten in the state of Denmark.”
One of the characters in Shakespeare’s “Hamlet” was reacting to seeing the ghost of Hamlet’s dead father (who was killed by Hamlet’s uncle, Claudius), when he used the “rotten… Denmark” line. It was his reaction to seeing and hearing the ghost proclaim that Claudius was his murderer. This is what smelled as foul as dead fish in Denmark.
Interesting, don’t you think? Reeks with similarity to me.
I wonder if, in her recent 13 hour long deposition with the State Attorney’s office, Cindy stuck to her story about how that smell was really the ghost of dead pizza left by her beloved daughter? Surely Cindy has figured out, just as the Queen in Hamlet proclaims about the loquacious character in the the skit, (who is really a parody of the Queen herself), that: “The lady doth protest too much, me thinks.” Does Cindy now realize that not a soul buys her “protesting” about the pizza-smell fantasy?
We all know that the Anthony’s, the moment they smelled death, knew that something was indeed rotten, and that Casey was the fishmonger.
With all the madness surrounding the Anthony case, with the tragic circumstances – the frenzy and the hype – this case has become epic in its own right. Not even Shakespeare could write a tale so sordid.
As often happens in Shakespeare, monsters lie and blame others while the truly innocent suffer (think Ophelia and Desdemona and you’ll understand what I mean). And so it goes in this case: Jesse Grund (and others) will be villified – but, methinks it won’t work – nary a chance of it – Jesse is too honest, too good for any juror to believe he has an inkling of blame here.
In a soliloquy, the guilty Claudius speaks his thoughts and tells of killing Hamlet’s father, who is his own brother. He speaks of the foul and rank odor of his own deed when he says:
O, my offense is rank, it smells to heaven,
It hath the primal eldest curse upon’t—
A brother’s murder….”
And later the King, realizing his guilt, admits that not even his thoughts will reach heavan, says:
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below.
Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
The “murder most foul” stunk in “Hamlet’s” Denmark, and it stinks to high heavan in Orlando, Florida, too.