My grandfather quoted Shakespeare today:
"Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
He memorized it in high school. Still remembers it. Someone we know died last night, and we got the news today. He was very sad. And as we were working in the kitchen this afternoon, he recited this.