The truth is that no one so much as herself would have approved of my doing this. Art was the only thing for which she felt very seriously. Had it been possible to her, I should have found the book on my pillow the night she was buried; and could she have opened the grave, no other hand would have been needed.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti, explaining his decision to exhume the body of his wife, seven years after her death, to retrieve a collection of his poems he had buried with her. Cool story, bro.